The Alpha's Princess Surrogate Novels & Stories

CHARLOTTE The palace had been buzzing like a disturbed beehive ever since Alpha King Jeffrey stripped Emmalaine of her Luna title. Whispers spread like wildfire through the corridors, down to the kitchens, even into the gardens where the lowest-ranked wolves bent their backs under the sun. Some wolves rejoiced quietly, relieved that a deceitful Luna had finally been unmasked. Others murmured with disapproval, just because an Omega can't be Luna of the pack. An Omega in the King’s chambers.

“She has a name, Anna. She’s even your sister. Why act like this?” Anna laughed in a sharp and fake kind of laugh people use to cover up the fact they’re furious. “Selene? Please. She’s a…” she tilted her head, making a show of it. “…human. You’re Alpha. You really think a human can stand beside you and lead this pack?” “She’s pregnant,” I said flatly. “With my child. I think that counts.”

I whipped my head toward her to see that her lips were moving, although her eyes were still closed. I leaned forward to hear what she was saying. “...have to get her back,” she murmured. Her lips barely moved. “Have to be... perfect. Perfect princess…” I went still. “...can’t be the female Alpha without a wolf…” She trailed off after that, face smoothing back out, and didn’t say anything else. I sat there and looked at her for a long moment. Female Alpha. Princess. None of it made sense. Bianca was the princess. I’d looked into it as much as I could, and all roads pointed to her.

His silver crown dimmed, the thorns curling inward like dead vines. "You traitorous wretch," he spat. "You were forged to kneel." Princess Zeina approached him alone, her feet kissing cracked stone, her aura a tempest. "You forged chains," she said, quiet now, almost mournful. "But I was born of fire, I am the sister of the Alpha King and the former Alpha of the West!" Donna and Kael stood behind her, silent as sentinels. I stepped beside them, watching Alpha Robert's wolves melt into the mist, their retreat no longer a strategy but a rout.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”

My mind seems fuzzy, only the pain and the strange screams echo in my head over and over again. Xavier rushes into the room, his expression one of pure worry. "Mona!" he shouts as he comes to meet me. He demolishes me in a huge, bone-crushing embrace. It's comforting...more than I can ever admit. "I was so worried..." he whispers, his breath dancing along my cheek. I smile, tilting my head down so he can't see it. The rainbow man stands up, looking at me with a warm smile that makes my heart tremble. "So this is really your mate," he says, without a doubt, "I'm glad. This will prevent our alpha from being such a player."

But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised. Unbeknownst to her, the Sun God watches, waiting for his chance to strike. He has chosen his weapon—a cursed Alpha, a wolf haunted by fire and shadows. This Alpha walks a dangerous path, his heart hardened by loss and betrayal. But even he cannot escape the will of the gods. Their fates are bound, as are their hearts. The Alpha’s Princess and the rogue wolf are destined to collide, their union sparking a chain of events that will change the balance of power forever.

I didn’t want her to alert the Alpha it was leaving my system. I found out the Alpha’s name was George and Alice told me that he was her father. He looked younger than Alice though, I was guessing from her decline in health since losing her mate. She had kept talking nonstop, it had only caused me to hate all of them even more, the more she spoke. “Kyra?” I heard Alexia speak. “Thank the Gods, I was worried I had lost you.” I felt relieved.

Three years of hand-holding under the table, stolen kisses behind the training yard. He was going to be Alpha. I was going to be his Luna. That was the plan. Most of the girls in the pack thought the Prince's surrogate program was an opportunity. They whispered about it in the kitchens with clasped hands and bright eyes. Imagine living in the palace, imagine eating royal food every day, and if the Prince ever woke up, imagine being his Luna Queen. A fairy tale with a sleeping prince, and all you had to do was lie down next to him and carry his child.