The Alpha Surrogate Novels & Stories

Each time she walks into the throne room, you ogle her up," She hissed. "I won't denounce you as my mate," Alpha Lucas said, ignoring her last statement. Luna Dahlia laughed hysterically, "Of course you'd not—" Don't Dahlia, Don't. I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands, as my eyes gave way to tears. I slouched to the ground and covered my mouth to block out the sound. How did I ever get here? My life wasn't the best, I had things difficult or so I thought, till Alpha Luther chose me to be his surrogate. I had no choice in it, he was Alpha and as such, his words are decrees nobody goes against Alpha Luther's decrees.

“Old-school patrol recon. Love it.” We didn’t waste time. By late afternoon, we’d already passed through three neighboring packs. All of them gave the same answer: nothing unusual. No strangers. No disturbances. No ghosts. Until we reached the last one. Alpha Mace. Stern. Disciplined. Always guarded—but not dishonest. He met us on the front lawn of his pack house, arms folded. “Alpha Jayden,” he said with a nod. “You’re far from your land.” “Doing a sweep,” I said. “Something’s not sitting right near my west perimeter. Thought I’d check in. Anything strange on your end?”

"I see a strategic high point where the 'Correction' can be broadcasted via the Resonance. I see the place where the Alpha is being stored." "Stored?" Panni stepped closer, her heart aching. "She’s your daughter, Jinyan. Say her name. Say 'Grace.'" Jinyan’s jaw tightened. A muscle in his cheek pulsed—a rhythmic, mechanical twitch. "Names are labels for biological variables. The Alpha is the nexus. The 'Medea' parameters are... flickering." "What parameters?" Panni asked, but Jinyan had already turned back to the stairs, his iron staff striking the stone with a rhythmic clack-clack-clack that sounded like a countdown.

It wasn’t an answer, but it wasn’t a lie. An elder snorted. “An obedient one,” he said. “That’s something, at least.” Obedient. In my chest, my wolf shifted, restless. If I fought this head‑on now, they’d call it hysteria. They’d sign anyway. All I’d earn was bruises. I needed something subtler. The Debt man drew out the draft contract I’d smudged and another, cleaner copy. He smoothed the pages with precise hands. “As I said,” he went on, “the Ironford Alpha is prepared to accept the subject as a surrogate, contingent upon a medical evaluation and confirmation of basic health.”

“Doctor, This isn’t funny anymore, I just told you I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone.” She dropped her gaze. “I wish it was a joke,” she whispered. My chest tightened painfully. “I… I made a mistake,” she continued. “A terrible one.” She clasped her hands together, fingers trembling. “There were two patients scheduled that day. You… and another woman. Nai.” She swallowed. “The files were mistakenly switched.” My ears rang. “She had been screened and approved,” the doctor continued, her voice shaking now. “She was contracted to be Alpha Zane’s surrogate.”

Zephyr listens and his golden eyes never leave me, and when I finish the story the children are asleep again, truly asleep, safe and warm, and he leans over and kisses me softly over Leo's sleeping head. "You are their mother now," he whispers, "not surrogate, real." And I whisper back, "And you are my alpha now, not contract, real."

With that I made my way out of the mansion. My heart twisted with betrayal. I might not have any special feelings towards Lena but I considered her as my woman and Luna. I treated her with respect, accepted her even though she had this cocky and arrogant attitude. It seems I would have to forget about having a wife for now and focus on having a child. A heir. I reached for my phone and dialed Damon. He answered immediately. "Yes, Alpha." "Tell the hospital to look for a surrogate," I ordered. It was silent for a beat before he spoke, "Understood, Alpha."

I blinked against the glare, forcing myself to keep my composure. "Alpha Dominic! Over here!" "Why did you choose a surrogate for the Luna position?" "Is it true the original Luna is gravely ill?" Alpha Dominic raised a hand, and silence fell almost instantly. The power of an Alpha was something I would never get used to. He stood tall, his presence radiating authority. "Xena will be filling in as temporary Luna during Freya's recovery," he said, his voice calm and commanding. "She has been prepared for her duties and will be supported by the council."

"The Northern traditionalists wanted an Alpha to lead them. He is still here." "This is not Silas," Rona screamed, spinning around to face us. She drew her short iron knife, her face white with fury and horror. "This is a carcass! You have turned the highest Alpha of the Tundra into a puppet for a Southern surrogate! The traditionalists will tear this keep down to the bedrock before they bow to a witch who commands the dead!" "Let them try," I said. With a simple thought, I pushed my silver pulse.

"No one is permitted to attend the Alpha while he's in a vulnerable state. No one except the Luna." I stared at him. "That's absurd." "It's tradition." "And if the Luna is deceased," I asked, mostly to see what answer he'd give me, "what happens then. Does the Alpha simply lie here untouched until he heals himself?" The doctor hesitated, his pen going still against the clipboard. "I'm sorry, my Luna. Could you repeat that?" I squared my shoulders. "If the Luna is deceased. What is the protocol." "The Beta assumes the role," he said carefully, "until a new Luna is named."