Surrogate To The Alpha Prince In A Coma Novels & Stories

“Have you lost your mind? You're an Alpha by birth. It's not just a title you can toss aside at your own will. What nonsense are you saying?!“ “I'll always love my people, Father. That'll never change. But I won't continue to be the reason behind their tragedy. If I quit being the Alpha, then my unruly decisions won't have whatever effects on them. That'll be the best thing for everyone,“ He was gonna speak, more like yell, but his mouth snapped shut as the doctor finally stepped out. I rushed to her, “How's Hara and the baby?“ “She's fine and resting, Alpha-Prince. But I'm afraid we couldn't save the child. She lost the baby,”

"You mind explaining what the rush is? Or are you just collecting brides now? Don't tell me if I say no, there's another girl stashed in the basement?" His brow twitched, but no smile. "Gee, I feel so special." I was starting to sound like a broken record. He hesitated for a bit. Likely contemplating whether to tell me why he needed me so much. He thought for what felt like ages before he told me. Not in pieces. Nothing filtered, or so it sounded. He talked me about a certain ‘King Charles.’ About how the man had been more than just a mentor — he was a father figure. A leader. The Alpha of Alphas. And now, he was dead.

"You are going to tell them that it was the princess who died in that accident and not the Alpha prince. Tell them tha t the crown prince survived and is in recovery and make sure that they believe it." She deadpanned.

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.

Rosie Mauvelous POV “Alpha! Please! Prince Charles! Save him!” My words were already incoherent in the face of stifling cries. Fortunately, Alpha William reacted to calm me down patiently. He stroked my trembling shoulders, wiping away my tears that made me so chaotic. “Calm down, I didn't come here to make you cry,” he said, patting my back lightly. “Where is he? I got a summon from the doctors here with an emergency alarm. Who has stabbed him with a curse-filled poisonous knife?”

The royal prince met his gaze. With a cold smile plastered on the cruel Alpha’s face, he persuaded the frightened Omega, “It’s time to return to your chambers, my love. It’s getting cold and you're barefooted,” earning a frown from Alpha Aidem who didn't seem to believe his forced calm demeanor. “Come, my love.” The frail woman winced as soon as offers his hand to her. And that was the confirmation of the royal prince that Alpha Cyrus was indeed the person behind her mate’s injuries.

A contract was su⁠pposed to⁠ sav‌e h‌er family. Her bloodline was meant to save his throne. At twenty-four, Lilian Hart has neve‍r been ki‍sse‌d and she certainly nev‌er expected h‍er fi‍rst touch to come f⁠rom th‍e ruthless Alpha King. Desperate t⁠o rescue her family from crushing debt, Lilian signs a str‍ict surrogacy contract with King Cas‌sian Vale. The rules are clear: no emotio‍nal at‍tachme⁠nt‌,⁠ no romance, and absolutely no claiming. Cassian’s hea⁠rt died years ago wit⁠h his fir‌st mate, leaving him facing a deadli⁠ne to produc‍e an heir or⁠ lose his crown.‌ He views Lilian as a‌ cold political necessity until t‍he moment th‍eir skin meets,‍ and his dea‌d wo⁠l⁠f roars back t

Two elite sentries armed with silver spears snapped to attention, offering a crisp salute to their Beta. Rowan rested his hand on the brass latch, turning his head to look back at me with grim warning in his eyes. Leaning in slightly, his voice dropped so low it was almost lost to the draft whistling through the corridor: "Watch yourself, Doctor Vance. Our Alpha has already executed the last three healers who failed to touch the Young Master."

I had seventeen minutes before the royal escort came to take me away. My father signed me up as the Alpha Prince's surrogate candidate. Alpha Prince Grayson, the King's only heir. He'd been in a coma for months. The King and Queen wanted a backup plan. An heir. So they'd sent word to all thirteen packs: each pack must offer at least one unmated female candidate. Virgin. Healthy. Ready to breed. My boyfriend was supposed to save me from that.

The kin‍gdom wa⁠s f‍inally at peac‍e, secured not by fear or cold ancie⁠nt laws, but by an unbreakable bond of trust, partnership, a⁠nd un‌conditional de‌votion. I‍ entered the Alpha‍ King's‌ palace as a virgi‍n surrogat‌e wi‍th nothi‌ng but a co⁠ntract in my hands;⁠ I left it as his chosen mate, his quee‍n, and the‌ woman who had fi‌nally taught⁠ the most powe⁠rful wolf in‌ the kingdom how to love⁠ again.⁠