Surrogate Novels & Stories

“It’s a strictly professional surrogacy. A business arrangement. That is all it ever was, I swear to you.” Julian lets out a harsh, bitter scoff, a sound completely devoid of humor. “A surrogate? You signed a contract to hatch a Leone heir? You did all of this just for a payout?” He practically spits the words at my feet, his features twisting into pure disgust. “Shame on me, I suppose. God, what a fool I am for actually believing for a second that you were different from the rest of them.”

He leaned back against the couch, crossing his legs, one arm draped casually on the armrest, but his eyes never left mine—they pinned me in place, sharp and cold. “You’ll be my breeder through surrogacy.” he explained casually, “You see, I have a secret mate, but she’s sickly and fragile, so she wouldn’t be able to conceive.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. He had a mate? “We both agree to take a breeder since I need to produce an heir. You’ll carry my pup through IVF, but you cannot tell anyone about it,” he continued, not giving me the time to process his words. “In public, you’ll be known as my breeder. But inside my pack, you’re a surrogate.”

“She’s passed all the required testing and would love to surrogate. I’m happy to facilitate the meeting at your earliest convenience.” Beth knew that the eggs were werewolf, that the surrogate needed to be stronger than the average human. Shifter pregnancies were demanding, dangerous, and only a handful of human women in the world could handle them. Those women were always in high demand as per what the agency has told Derek and Freya when they started this journey.

Grayson went on. “He was kind to me,” I said. Grayson unhooked his arms, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Is that all it takes to win your favor? To be kind?” “I…” Before I could answer, Grayson crossed the room in less than a blink, suddenly in front of me. He gripped my chin between his forefinger and his thumb, forcing my gaze up to his. “You are my surrogate,” he said. “You will not chase after others.” “I… I wasn’t…” I said weakly, overwhelmed by his sudden closeness, his show of speed. I’d never seen anyone move that fast before.

“What is it?” Ryder turned fully toward him. “Do you remember what you said when I proposed?” Ryder asked gently. “About the child issue?” Arden nodded slowly. “Yes.” “I’ve been thinking about it,” Ryder continued. “And I found a solution.” Arden’s eyes widened. “A solution?” Ryder nodded. “We can use a surrogate.” Arden blinked. “Surrogate?” “Yes.” Arden frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Ryder smiled softly and took Arden’s hands.

I stared at the blank television screen, and despite it being off, I could still replay everything in my head. Runaway surrogate. Emotionally unstable surrogate. Manipulative surrogate. The agenda was for strangers to discuss my pregnancy on television.

His reflection stared back at him from the surface of the desk sharp eyes, composed expression, a face that revealed nothing. A man built not for surrender, but for endurance. His phone vibrated once. A notification. He already knew what it would be before he looked. Still, he glanced down. No surprise. No doubt. Only execution. He placed the phone down again. Surrogacy. A word clinical enough to strip away emotion. That was why he chose it. It was efficient. Structured. Controlled. No unpredictability of relationships. No emotional dependency. No risk of attachment interfering with leadership.

FOUR “H-Huh? Surrogate?” I asked in disbelief, pointing at myself. “M-Me?” She nodded slowly and motioned for me to come closer. Though confused, I still obeyed and stepped toward her. “It’s a secret, okay? The truth is, I went to that bar because I know Mamita. I was going to ask her help in finding a surrogate—” “But didn’t you say you already have an agency?” I cut her off. “Why not just look for one there? What if the person you get has HIV or something? You’ll just put yourself in danger.”

“Granny is obsessed with making sure I have an heir. Wasn’t she looking for a surrogate to carry my child? Is that woman the Miss Donovan you mentioned?” “What makes you think that?” Albert calmly countered. “My mother told me she saw a little child in this house who looked like me. And I saw the child myself just now... The kid really does resemble me. But come on, does Granny seriously use a child’s appearance as a criterion for selecting a surrogate? That’s ridiculous. Don’t all toddlers look alike?” Albert offered another faint smile. “I believe you’ve misunderstood, sir. Mrs. Luciana is indeed looking for a

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Clara couldn't object now, instead she started thinking of responses to unasked questions while actively looking through the documents. Eventually, she dug out the contract. Dante glanced through every clause listed. Everything looked normal. The surrogate’s accommodation, no attachment to the child…everything a normal contract should contain. Then his eyes fell over Clause No. 7 and he stopped. “The Surrogate shall maintain appropriate boundaries with the Intended Father and shall refrain from any conduct that may reasonably be construed as compromising the marital relationship between the Intended Parents.” He read it out loud