Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Alpha’s Secret Surrogate : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The rain started the moment I stepped off the bus, like the sky had been waiting for me to have nowhere left to run.Two shifts back to back does something to a person. My feet had stopped feeling like feet hours ago. Somewhere around the fourth table of drunk finance bros at the diner, my feet had turned into two blocks of aching wood. I dragged legs behind me down Fifth Street, past the alley where Mrs. Odaka fed the strays every night without fail. I used to find that comforting. Tonight I barely noticed it.I noticed the car instead.A black and sleek SUV, parked across from my building. It had been there when I left for my morning shift too. I remember because I had made a joke to myself about it, something about how even the cars around here were richer than the people. Now it just sat there in the dark with its windows fogged from the rain. Something in my chest tightened and I quickened my steps.I told myself it was nothing. People parked wherever they wanted. This wasn’t the

I didn’t sleep that night. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling until the numbers stopped meaning anything, and by morning I’d made a decision I wasn’t proud of. I told myself I was only going to look.The agency had no sign on the street. Just a private elevator that needed a code from the card itself, and a waiting room upstairs done entirely in white. I sat there in my one good coat until a woman in a pale blue uniform called my name.“Miss Vance.” She had a clipboard and a tight smile. “This way.”The intake room was smaller, more clinical. She took my blood pressure, asked about my health history. She then set her pen down and looked at me properly for the first time.“You’re an omega.”“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”“It’s very relevant.” She came closer and inhaled once, slow, and something shifted in her face. “Suppressed. That’s unusual. Most omegas your age haven’t figured out how to do that on their own.”I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know how to explain it. I’d

I signed the contract on a Tuesday, at a desk in an office so quiet I could hear my own pen against the paper.Dr. Reyes sat across from me, watching without watching keenly. Sophie thought I was at a nanny agency interview. I’d rehearsed the lie in the mirror that morning until it stopped sounding like one.“Take your time,” Dr. Reyes said. “There’s no penalty for reading it twice.”I’d already read it four times. Every clause was carved into my memory by now, the anonymity terms, the medical obligations, the section outlining what would happen to the compensation if anything went wrong during the pregnancy. My hand shook slightly on the final signature line, not from doubt exactly, more from the weight of watching my old life close behind me like a door.“Once this is signed,” I said, “there’s no version of me that gets to change her mind.”“There’s a rescission window. Seventy two hours.” She said it gently, the way you’d offer someone an exit they were unlikely to take. “After tha