The Alpha Surrogate Novels & Stories

Olivia's POV I froze for a moment, unsure if I had heard correctly or if I had misheard the man in front of me. Did he just say surrogate? And did he just say that Damian told him about our situation? "W...what?" I returned with a trembling voice. "A surrogate, Olivia." Alpha Alexander clarified, further confirming my suspicion. "I know how it sounds, and I understand how you must be feeling right now. But we will keep it a secret, no one has to know. Once Damian gets an heir, his position as Alpha would be solidified. Plus, the Forgers wouldn't want a woman whom they believe has already taken in for another Alpha—"

“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.”

Or for however long, this would be my room. I’d heard about surrogates that were kept on by the alpha, even after he’d found his mate. But by all accounts, they were treated horribly, being tortured daily by a disgruntled mate. Some even ended up killing themselves, unable to take the constant harassment and humiliation. Their wolves couldn’t take it. They were social animals and needed that link to live – the same way humans needed air to breathe. Without it, they withered away and died…

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

Hallam adjusted the equipment again, apparently determined to confirm what he was seeing before explaining it. “The baby's response is much stronger than it was during the previous examination,” he explained, finally turning towards us. Adrian frowned. “You said the baby was responding to the bond.” Dr. Hallam nodded slowly. “Yes, but this is different. The response isn't simply connected to the presence of Nora's wolf. It seems to be recognising something more specific.” Adrian looked at him, his expression becoming increasingly serious. “What are you saying?” Dr. Hallam studied the monitor one last time before turning towards him. “Alpha, I don't think this child is simply responding to th

The slightest display of evasive metrics or defensive posturing would have triggered their tracking sensors instantly. Not that a single wolf in the Silverfang District would compute the possibility of an alpha heir aborting an alliance with the sovereign of the Citadel. The dataset would automatically default to the assumption that my unit had launched an unsuccessful hunt for his claim, and that his wolf had executed the rejection. How utterly crippling to my pack standing would that calculation be? I navigated past the Supreme Alpha, who remained stationed near the still-growling Alphal, locking my gaze onto his and projecting a completely manufactured transmission of sympathy before cont

I arched a brow, still in disbelief. This time, she let out a full laugh, attracting the attention of a few students passing by. “Really.” She said, and stepped closer. “My family made a donation, and suddenly 'self-expression' became acceptable." Convinced, I shook her hand and forced a smile on my lips. “I’m Irene Slater.” "I know who you are." Her grin widened. "You're the Alpha's breeder. I was at that party, you know. So I saw the whole thing go down.”

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.⁠

On the night of our third wedding anniversary, I had only one surprise for my husband. I was pregnant with his child. But before I could tell Alpha Varex Rivenbow In person after sending him the reports through texts, he walked away from me, and moments later, the cabin I was trapped inside went up in flames. Everyone believed I died that night but little did they know I'd return even more stronger and untouchable. A year later, I return with a new face, a new name, and a dangerous offer. To become Varex's surrogate. He doesn't recognize the woman standing before him. But his wolf does. And as the Alpha who once broke my heart begins falling for me again without

Giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “Very well.” The Alpha said, “I’m Alpha Terran, Welcome to the Gold Moon Pack.”