Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novels & Stories

If I were him, I wouldn’t be trading them in for anything Luca has. “Um,” the woman says, turning her eyes to consider me with a grimace when Luca finishes outlining the problem. “I’m honestly not sure we have anything…at all that small. I mean, we were told to expect…Alphas.” “He’s a mini Alpha,” Tony says, grinning and resting his arm on my shoulder as I scowl. “Pocket-sized for quick deployment.” “Um, I can look?” she says, grimacing and turning towards the back. Luca nods, again giving her that devastating smile as she turns towards the back of the tent, seeing what she can do.

“Old-school patrol recon. Love it.” We didn’t waste time. By late afternoon, we’d already passed through three neighboring packs. All of them gave the same answer: nothing unusual. No strangers. No disturbances. No ghosts. Until we reached the last one. Alpha Mace. Stern. Disciplined. Always guarded—but not dishonest. He met us on the front lawn of his pack house, arms folded. “Alpha Jayden,” he said with a nod. “You’re far from your land.” “Doing a sweep,” I said. “Something’s not sitting right near my west perimeter. Thought I’d check in. Anything strange on your end?”

I wanted to scream at her for making so much noise with the plates and spoon which was adding to the hammering going on in my head. Plus my father hadn't said why I was summoned. Not yet. We all watched Julian walk out angrily with a hiss. She was almost past me when my father spoke again. “Alpha Rowan needs you as his surrogate. He is paying us for it.” My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. And the plates in Julian’s hands crashed to the floor. Surrogate? For an Alpha? Alpha Rowan... the one whose hands dripped with more than just wolf blood but dirty mafia deeds... wanted me?

"It’s a bloodline succession clause." The room grew unnervingly still. "Explain," Samuel demanded. "It was written by the Armani founders," Miriam said, her voice dropping into a professional drone. "A safety measure rarely invoked because it’s so difficult to fulfill. The clause states that in the event of a fraudulent succession and the exile of the rightful Alpha, the restoration of the claim requires more than just a document. It requires formal acknowledgment by the displaced Alpha *and* a bonded mate of Alpha blood from a recognized pack territory."

If the elders wanted a reason to strip me of my title, this mistake gave them one, but I will correct it, and fight for what belongs to me. “Order received, Alpha.” He bowed again and left. My fists clenched tightly as I stared at the door. I didn’t expect betrayal disguised as incompetence. All I wanted was to get an heir to stop the elders from threatening me with impeachment every time; I didn’t expect to be entangled in this filthy mess. One of my pack members, who was a doctor in the human hospital, had assured me that he would find a werewolf who would be the surrogate mother for a f*e. I didn’t expect that a mistake would happen and a human would be the surrogate mother instead.

“Concerns I’ve already had.” The betrayal was sharp. “Do you think I’m that manipulative? That I’d fake not remembering you? Us? That I’d lie about the baby?” “I don’t know what to think!” he exploded, voice echoing with authority that would’ve made most wolves kneel. “You were taken on my watch, Valerie. You disappeared, and I didn’t feel it. I didn't sense it. What kind of Alpha doesn’t feel when his mate is stolen?” I stilled. “Mate?”

“Please…. help me.“ It was subtle at first, so I disregarded it. It couldn't be anything serious. Couldn't be anything she couldn't handle on her own. I found it strange that I could somehow mindlink her but then she was carrying my pup, so it kinda makes sense that I can mindlink her anytime she wanted me to. Then I felt my heart tightening as I tried to concentrate. But I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Then I heard it again, clearer, louder, reverberating through my being. “Please….. someone help me.“ I sprang to my feet, my jaw clenched. “What is it, Alpha?“ Damon asked, his eyes narrowing in concern. “She is in danger,” I replied, my voice hoarse and my mind reeling with the though

the same shift. “It’s not fighting us,” he said. Low. Sharp. “It’s recruiting.” the word landed. heavy. because that was the danger. not domination. conversion. the Alpha stepped closer. the space around it no longer bending. it expanding. making room for both. For everything. “You are inefficient,” it said. “but you produce variation.” The words hit. different this time. not rejecting. valuing. “You introduce potential.” Zayden’s expression hardened. “And you eliminate it.” the Alpha tilted its head. just slightly.

She had managed to convince Tristan to go ahead with the wedding, but she knew how close she had come to losing the entire arrangement. I sighed. Ehat part of surrogacy involves marrying an Alpha???? And considering what had happened between Tristan and me the previous night, I wasn't sure which part of this arrangement was more likely to ruin my life.

But it was wrong. I mean, look at what happened the last time he was in a similar state and I let him be this close. I took a step back, trying to rein back my scent. I didn’t know if it would make him ill or invite him in but I wanted neither. “A rut cycle is an Alpha’s natural instinctual surge. It’s... intense physical heat and drive. Normally, all Alphas are made to take suppressants or neutralizers to keep it completely under control from a very young age but since you’re—”