Surrogate For The Alpha Prince In A Coma Novels & Stories

That didn't mean that implied to Jax; I saw him bow to the princes with his eyes downcast and neck slightly bared to them. "Alpha. A pleasure to meet you. If my memory doesn't serve me wrong, your Alpha Jax of the Bluemoon pack on earth." I heard one of the prince's say "Yes, your highness. It's a pleasure to be an acquaintance." Jax replied, now with head held high but neck slightly bared. "You're a long way from home, alpha. Any special occasion?" I heard the other prince say. The hint of anger or was it annoyance, could be heard in his tone.

“I didn’t lie. I said the Alpha King was waiting for you. And he is.” I shook my head, heart pounding. “He’s in a coma, isn’t he?” Silence. “Answer me!” I cried, my hands trembling now. “Yes,” he finally said. “He has been for nearly a year.” His voice remained eerily calm, like he was used to handling wild animals. Because that was what I felt like right now. A wild animal trapped in a cage. “I demand to be let out!” I screamed. “You can’t do this to me!”

Director Crane goes on, “she’s not fit to be a royal pet. It would be my pleasure to have her executed for you and offer you your pick of more obedient pets instead.” But if this man was the Alpha Prince, why had he been unwell in the middle of the forest? Who had been chasing him? This doesn’t make sense at all. The Alpha Prince, still not responding to Director Crane, steps forward and offers me his hand. My brain struggles to reconcile the familiarity of the man I saved offering to help me up with the surreal notion of the Alpha Prince stooping to help a nobody, orphaned human.

He is by far the most respectful of all the Alpha’s I have encountered. He nods his head for me to proceed with the infusion to his fragile pup. I hold my breath as the solution I spend hours making, rush into the pup’s veins. This pup is the future Alpha of D-pack. This better work. “The vitals are stable,” Doctor West reports. “The prince is breathing on his own. He is breathing!” Doctor Storm adds, literally jumping up and down. “Ahem!” I clear my throat. The Alpha is here, and they are too excited. I don’t want them to give him too much hope before we see the results.

“But the Alpha chose—” “The Alpha is blind,” I cut in. “Drugged by fake moans and staged towel slips. You think that bath ritual was sacred? I was there. I heard her squeak like a mouse when the salt touched the water. I saw her blush on cue. Everything about her is rehearsed.” The third maid—Lila—shrank back. “We… we don’t know anything about that…” “Of course you don’t.” I folded my arms, letting the silence stretch until it hurt.

Nora’s breath hitched in her throat, her hand flying to her mouth. The surrogacy contract died the moment Julian Vance marched his mercenaries across my river, Dominic said. Then, the feared Alpha Prime—the legendary warlord of the Northern crags who had never bowed to any king or council—slowly dropped to one knee on the cold stone floor before her. He looked up at her, his golden eyes burning with absolute, humbling devotion.

"Forgive the intrusion. You're needed at the council chamber immediately. It's a state of emergency." My heart dropped into my stomach. "What happened?" The soldier's face was pale, his jaw tight. "It's Alpha Alaric, my Prince. He's been stabbed. In his sleep. In his own bedchamber." I stared at him, the words not making sense. "Stabbed? That's impossible. He's an Alpha. A silver weapon wouldn't have gotten past the wards, and he would have sensed—" "He didn't wake up, my Prince. The guards found him this morning. The blade was coated in a poison that suppresses the shift. He's been unconscious ever since. The healers are with him now, but..."

"You already know that." "I prefer to hear it from you." "Since spring." "And during that time, have you undergone any unusual examinations?" I studied him. "Define unusual." "Anything beyond the ordinary care a surrogate would receive." "The Alpha's physician looks after my health." "Has she noticed any changes since your arrival?" "My pregnancy." "Besides that." Roman leaned forward. "Alpha Draven's household is not an open ledger. Her private affairs are not subject to diplomatic inspection." The envoy turned toward him without haste.

Solange The second my dad dropped that bomb about taking the prince, the whole courtyard went dead silent for like half a second and then it exploded. The Northern Alpha’s face went from red to white to red again so fast I thought his head might pop off right there in front of everybody. “You can’t be serious,” he sputtered, voice cracking like he was the teenager here, not me, and before anyone could blink he was dropping down onto both knees right in the dirt, hands out like he was begging at church or something. “Alpha Voss, please, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, it was a misunderstanding, my guards overreacted, I swear on my pack it won’t happen again. Take my younger sons inst

A man who could decide your fate based on a glance… or a mood. Prince Kieran. The Alpha who returned from the human realm after fifteen years of exile. The man who ended the Great War with a trail of bodies in his wake. They say his heart is made of the same silver that killed his father. And I… I just agreed to lie in front of him without knowing. A bitter laugh almost escapes me. Not that I would have been given a choice to refuse. Two senior maids appear from the shadows, bowing low.