The Alpha Surrogate Novels & Stories

“If Sir Ansel is going to step into his place, he’s going to need an heir immediately. He maybe the king’s recommendation, but that doesn’t mean that Sir Edwin is out of the running.” “Oh, he is a vile creature,” one of the maids says. “If he becomes Alpha, he will send Blood Moon into ruins.” I cover my mouth. Oh my God. Ansel needs an heir so that he can solidify his place as Alpha. But why? By all accounts, he is the best person for the job. “Lady Karin,” the butler says, gaining my attention. “Yes?” He pauses as if contemplating if he should say anything. “I hope not to be out of line, but we need to help Sir Ansel. You are his selected surrogate…” he says, and his sentence drags off.

Alexander’s POV I sit in my office, surrounded by a sea of reports and paperwork. The dim light of my desk lamp creates a cozy atmosphere, but my focus is unwaveringly fixed on the reports handed to me by one of my betas earlier today. As Alpha, it's my duty to oversee the affairs of our pack and address any internal issues that may arise. This particular report has piqued my interest, as it hints at something more sinister. I can't help but suspect foul play from those who aspire to take my place as Alpha.

Luna, the Alpha of Nampa, carried an air of authority, her presence commanding respect. Alpha Burst, with his diplomatic finesse, had orchestrated this gathering of realms. Emissaries from distant territories had come, seeking to solidify alliances with Nampa. Letters of goodwill and requests for full-fledged alliances adorned the table, reflecting the complexities of diplomacy in the supernatural realm. As Luna took her seat at the centre of the chamber, the room fell into a respectful silence. Alpha Burst, standing beside her, and Alpha Zephyr, representing Blackmoon, flanked her sides. The unity between the three Alphas was evident, a formidable force that spoke of mutual respect and coop

GWEN “If you’re just here to carry the Alpha’s pup, why are you acting like you’re here to replace his Luna?” “I’m sorry?” I asked, keeping my tone calm. You think because you’re lying in the Alpha’s bed, that makes you Luna?” The words felt like a slap to my face. “I never said I was—” “You didn’t have to. You train with the Beta, whisper with Raya like you’ve been here for years. You’re just a surrogate. Don’t forget what you’re here for.”

On it, a single phrase was written in someone else’s messy handwriting: The Alpha Returned. A chill ran through me. Lyra tapped the note, then pointed at her own ears and mimed listening. She then formed her fingers into the shape of a wolf and drew a small circle in the air. I understood instantly. She’d overheard rogues whispering about him. “The Alpha Returned,” I murmured, more to myself than her. “So he’s alive.” Lyra’s silence was answer enough. I sank into the chair, running a hand through my hair as my mind raced.

I slam a chop to his throat, just hard enough to make his throat spasm and close so it will take him long enough to be able to breathe that he will always remember to never to speak to me like that again. “My name is Alpha Henry. My mate and Luna is Piper, the previous Alpha female of this pack. I am here to mentor Alpha Gage as he takes over as Alpha of this pack. Why does that matter to you? First, it means he has the support and strength of my pack backing him as your Alpha. It mean he has the support and strength of my allies, Alpha Connor, Alpha Quirin, and Alphas Yorick and Cyra backing him. Any act against Alpha Gage is an act against all of us. Believe me when I say that you will not

I questioned him, now no longer struggling with the restraints. "I'm sure you're aware of who I am," The Alpha moved away from his men and neared me. "And you know exactly what you're doing here, rogue." He took a quick sniff of my scent and said. "I'm not a rogue." I hissed. "Says the one who ran away from her pack." His grin just curled a bit wider, revealing yellowed teeth. I gritted my teeth together. My canines ached to tear through this bastard. How did he even survive?!

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

“Lucian, who is she?!” I asked my husband, my eyes fixed on the pregnant woman beside him. “She is a surrogate?!” He replied casually. “What?! Surrogate?! You mean she is carrying your child?!” I confirmed. “Yeah, since you failed to give me, something needs to be done.” “And you went ahead with this… Without discussing it with me?!” “I’m Alpha, Selene. I don’t need anyone’s permission.” He wrapped his arm around the surrogate’s shoulder and led her inside the house.

“You know him.” “He is a member of my council.” He said it flatly. “He portrays himself as the reasonable one, the elder who only wants what’s best for the pack.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “I’ve never trusted him. I didn’t expect to find him standing behind my surrogate’s family, either.” I stared at him. “Your council. You’re not just some businessman who happened to have money for a surrogacy contract.” “I’m the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack,” he said finally, like the admission cost him a lot. “I assumed the agency would have told you at some point before now.”