Surrogate Synonym Novels & Stories

“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.”

Plenty of men continue their roguish ways even after becoming fathers. I don’t say any of this, instead I answer, “I think I’m human and your surrogate. You’ve told me a dozen times that your mate will come along eventually and I’ll step down as Luna. Ie we have no future, which makes ‘casual’ the only option available to us.” I remind him stiffly.

"Go where?" The man bared his teeth at me. "Stop asking questions. You have been bought to be Alpha Jaxon's surrogate not to ask questions." My world shifted again. Surrogate?

She went into 360 degree change of mood. ”Why does he need a surrogate? My God! I thought it’s some sort of old guy or something but hell! I don’t understand! Did you see him? ” "Everyday." I uttered. “Hey yeah. Right. ” I chuckled on how ridiculous she is. ”See! That is one of the reasons! Why does he need a surrogate? Why is he in need of a surrogate when clearly every woman that he’ll meet will easily fall into his feet! ” I fell silent as I remembered what Hugh had said. Same as the words Molly used. He told me I’m the only person who doesn’t fall off his feet. Molly’s right.

I think back to when I would always tell my friends that my Prince Charming would find me and he will treat me like a Princess on my wedding day and on my wedding night, I will be made a woman, all that dream has been shattered now because I know I will never have that dream come true as I would be having my first sex today in an unusual place. I flash back to when I signed my surrogacy document and moved in with Marina the wife of the man I am supposed to have my first sex with today. I do not regret signing the deal to become a surrogate for Marina and her husband but I regret that my dreams of waiting till my wedding night was shattered. Although if I had a better option being a surrogate

She laughed again, rubbing her forehead. "Yes..go ahead Mikhail, go ahead and laugh at the girl who loved too easily. Rub it on her face and tell her that she should have never loved you in the first place cause she's nothing more. Just a Surrogate that would birth your child." She mumbled, her voice cooutfielddfled due to the cries. She shifted back when he tried to come forward and just as she was about to turn and be the room he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

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.

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.

Exhale. Again. Because the alternative was snapping. An Omega. Carrying my pup. The words cracked through my skull like a whip. Omega. Pup. My pup. My jaw locked so hard it felt like I might grind my own teeth to dust. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t even supposed to be possible. Sienna Monroe had been nothing but a name buried in hospital paperwork, a clinical footnote on a contract I never signed. A surrogate? Please. I’d never given that order. I’d never given permission for my DNA to be used for anything other than secure storage. And yet the hospital had “accidentally” used my sperm like it was free sample day at the pharmacy.

“Fine, I will learn this one dish… but only for you, dear sister.” “So, is she pretty?” She smiles as she asks and I nod as she hands me a knife, “Chop that,” she requests, pointing to the broccoli on the side. “I mean, being pretty wasn’t…” I begin but she laughs “Don’t lie to me.” “Yes, Sophie. I think she’s pretty…but she’s just a surrogate.” I remind her. “I know, Madden, but you need to be attracted to her, right?” she asks and my eyes dart.