Surrogate Synonym นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I will if I have to.” I pointed the burning part of the cigar at him. “remind me to put you on my to kill list.” He laughed lightly, “what if I tell you there is a way for you to have a child without aborting or getting into an intimate relationship with anyone.” My ears perked in curiosity. “And how will that work?” “A surrogate.” “What's that?” “Someone who would carry your child. All they need to do is inject your sperm into her, and she carries your child.”

The wall clock ticked slowly with each passing seconds and minute. "Surrogacy involves a person agreeing to carry and give birth to a baby for someone else. After the baby is born, the birth parent gives custody and guardianship to the intended parent or parents." The intercom peeped minute later, diverting Meyer's attention from Daniel and Patricia to the device.

“Alpha Matisse has already agreed to our compromise. In exchange for our support of his continued leadership of this pack, he has agreed to select a surrogate from—” “A surrogate?” I turn toward Julian. “We’ve been official less than a day and you’re already letting them pressure you into this nonsense?” “I have not agreed to taking a surrogate,” says Julian in a tense voice. “A surrogate is your only choice,” says the asshole elder dryly. “Unless you have the secret ability to get pregnant, this…‘relationship’ will not produce an alpha heir and we will not allow you to present him to the pack as your mate without an agreement from you to provide an heir.”

"A defective embryo. And a knife in the back." I saw the hate in his eyes and suddenly understood. "You regret it, don't you?" I sneered. "You're starting to miss that little surrogate." Victor's face grew even darker. "At least her love was pure," he snarled, the words sounding like they were torn from his throat. The words made me laugh, a high, sharp sound in the damp air. "Love? That little fool loved the idea of you! She loved your power, your money! The same things I love!"

Frank couldn’t believe what Tara was trying to start but couldn’t see anything but himself and Tara in the backyard watching their son running around playing. “Surrogate.” Frank heard his own suggestion come back into his head as he casually glanced at the doctor to see if he was checking Tara out, and he was and it caused him to speak aloud, “What about a surrogate? I’d, uh… I’d rather not have surgery on my sailors.”

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.”

"I've reviewed your preliminary application, very impressive credentials." Elena perched on the edge of the white leather chair. "Thank you. But I have to admit, I don't know much about surrogacy. This is all new to me." "Of course, let me explain our process." Dr. Chen opened a leather folder. "Our client is seeking a gestational surrogate that means you would carry an embryo created through IVF using his sperm and a donor egg, the child would have no genetic connection to you." Elena nodded, though the clinical language made her stomach flutter.

He glanced at Amber before resting his gaze on Helena. "What would I do other than call you?" Helena snapped. "You are still with that surrogate, leaving your pregnant fiancée. Do you have any conscience? Instead of taking care of Amber, you are having fun with that filthy woman who can sell herself for money. I am disappointed with you." "That woman is the mother of my sons," Sean retorted vehemently. "She is just a surrogate," Antony said coldly. "A surrogate can’t claim the children she gave birth to. Don’t you remember the agreement you signed?" He chuckled, looking at him with disdain. "It appears that you have forgotten to keep your professional and personal lives separate."

I looked at him and turned to Aiden who remained quiet. “What do you mean by choice of choosing?” I asked him because I knew if I had a choice, I would not be seated in front of him. “For the Surrogacy, you can decide on whether you want us to do an implantation or you both will copulate.” Aiden raised his head and looked at me at that moment. I did not know the right response to give. I began to feel like the whole process was just absurd. It became discomforting for me to speak of how I wanted the process to go. I didn't want to seem cheap or look like I was interested in having sex with Aiden.

“What in the Goddess’s name were you thinking? Risking your honour, your decades of work—everything you built—for a fragile human?!” He clenched his jaw, but she didn’t stop. “No wonder your enemies circle like vultures! They no longer chase you, Alpha—they chase your weak surrogate.” The word slammed into him like a blade. Surrogate. He stormed into his study, slamming the door with such force the windows trembled. “Mother Seraphine!” he growled, voice deep, dangerous. “Do not refer to Lara that way. She is my mate. I have explanations for everything that happened—it all moved too fast, but I’m handling it.”