ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
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She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
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Chapter 3
Khai's Pov
I was at a council meeting when a call came through from the hospital. Since they had yet to find a suitable surrogate for me, I grew anxious every day waiting for their call.
As soon as I saw the call come in. Without hesitation, I rose to my feet and sauntered out of there without a word to the council.
"What is Doctor Benjamin?" I growled, my voice lacking any form of patience.
"Alpha......... Alpha Khai, there has been an issue"
"Speak!" I snapped.
"I don't know how to say this, we have never made such a mistake before....."
"I don't have all the time in the world to listen to you, how about you just go ahead and say what the issue is"
"One of my intern, she made a huge mistake, the thing is, I think you need to come over, this isn't something we can discuss on the phone"
Before she was done speaking, I ended the call. It was clear this was about my sperm. I grabbed my coat and stormed out of there, my beta Shark who was at the door without a question followed behind.
The ride to the hospital didn't take long, and I was glad to see that Doctor Benjamin was not attending to a patient when I arrived.
"What happened?" I asked the moment I stormed inside her office, but her side stood a young geriatric doctor who was shivering in fright.
"My intern here made a huge mistake, she had exchanged a sperm and inserted yours into one of our patients"
"Okay.... Why is that even a problem, we have been searching for a surrogate for a long, none of them has been able to accumulate my hot sperm and convert it into a pup, so why should that be a problem now"
I sigh, feeling frustrated that I had driven all the way here for nothing. In a year, more than fifty werewolves had tried to serve as a surrogate. But none of them has been able to hold the sperm, that was how severe the curse was, making it impossible to bear an heir.
"You don't understand, Alpha. Conception has occurred, she is pregnant now and carrying your hair"
I froze at a spot. Just when I was losing hope that no female werewolf would be able to carry my heir, the moon goddess finally had mercy on me.
"Where is she?"
"The real problem is that..... she is human!" Doctor Benjamin blurted but I was unable to process her words.
With the immense curse that I carried, I knew that it was going to be sheer luck for me to get a werewolf who would be able to carry my pup and mostly from an Alpha bloodline which was why I had tried all female werewolves from the Alpha bloodline but none of them could carry the pup up to the state of conception.
Humans are known to be weak, so weak that they die during delivery and now, she was carrying my pup.
"How is that possible?"
"I have no idea, Alpha. She was here earlier and I broke the news to her, she had been so desperate to have a child. Now she must think the baby belongs to her husband and I have no clue how to break such information to her"
"You are sure it's my sperm?" I asked again and she nodded her head, no matter how much I was trying to make sense of this, it wasn't making sense.
"Alpha, I think that she might want to get rid of the child if she finds out"
"Never! I am never letting that happen, place a ball to her right now!" I ordered and the doctor wasted no time in contacting the human, but no matter how many times she called, it was out of reach.
I had waited for centuries, the pup was my only hope, I couldn't wait for a call to go through, I had to go to her myself.
Without a word to the doctor, Picked up her contact information and stormed out of there. When Shark and I arrived and she wasn't there, I wasted no time and drove straight to the office listed as part of her address.
As soon as I stepped out of the car. My wolf let out a loud growl. Fighting so hard to take charge.
"My pup, I can smell it, it's truly my pup" Excitement took hold of me as I explained to Shark.
"What are we going to do when we find her, most humans know nothing about our kind, I am sure she wouldn't want to come with us or even keep the baby"
"I don't care what she wants, if I have to chain her until she delivers my pup. Then that is what I would do"
I responded, following the strong scent that was so similar to mine, I started walking inside, my beta right behind me and even though I didn't want it to draw attention to myself, clearly everyone had their gaze fixed on me.
But as I came to a halt where the scent stopped, the scene in front of me shattered my heart.
The human girl carrying my pup was on the floor, men gagged her, about to be injected with some substance I could already perceive as poison.
A man and a woman stood by the side, their hands clung together with a silly smirk that spread across their lips, it was clear that they were enjoying seeing her suffer.
"Ahhh!!!!!!" My wolf growled as the entire building trembled. As his rage skyrocketed, he didn't need to take permission and right there took his full form.
I couldn't tell why it had so much effect on my wolf seeing her in such a state, but it was clear that he could feel the bond with our Pup, a fetus we had waited for decades for.
Shark stood behind me and as they all noticed my presence, they drew backwards, none of them dared to stand as my aura consumed the entire place.
Even the shark that had stood by my side for decades couldn't stand my aura, he lowered his head, and the humans all trembled in immense fear.
But this girl, she didn't seem affected by any of it. She rose to her feet, looked me straight in the eyes, and held my gaze with an amusing expression, no one ever did, no one could look at my wolf in this state of aura, but she did and right there I was convinced that
She was special! There was something about her that I had yet to grasp.
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On their seventh wedding anniversary, Kiley's billionaire husband, Aden, slid a thick stack of papers across the restaurant table.
It was a petition for divorce.
He was leaving her for his college sweetheart. Thanks to a ruthless prenup, Kiley was being thrown out with absolutely nothing.
That very night, their young son Jules was rushed to the ER, bleeding profusely. The doctor's diagnosis was a death sentence: acute leukemia.
When Kiley frantically called Aden for help, he dismissed the emergency as a simple nosebleed.
"I'm not paying for this. Deal with it," Aden sneered, the sound of his mistress giggling in the background.
To force Kiley to sign the divorce papers, Aden froze all her credit cards and canceled their son's health insurance. He refused to pay a single cent for the chemotherapy.
Even Kiley's adoptive parents sided with the wealthy Aden, calling her a burden and telling her to stop fighting him.
Driven to the brink of despair, with a dying child and no money, Kiley didn't understand how a father could be so monstrous to his own flesh and blood.
Until a news article on a friend's phone caught her eye.
It featured a fallen 9/11 firefighter hero from the ultra-wealthy Whitfield family. The man in the photo looked exactly like Jules, down to the very bone structure.
Kiley's mind raced back to the fertility clinic and the anonymous sperm donor.
Could this dead billionaire hero be her son's biological father?
Looking at her sleeping, fragile boy, Kiley wiped her tears and crushed the divorce papers in her hand.
She was going to find the Whitfield family, save her son, and make Aden lose everything he held dear.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
8.1
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home.
A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny.
Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked.
This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound.
From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."
9.1
On our fourth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect home-cooked dinner for my husband, Carlisle.
But the moment he walked in, he threw a marital settlement agreement right onto the table.
"Sign it. Celine is back. There's no place for you here anymore."
His mother and sister immediately marched in to supervise my packing, calling me a barren gold-digger and trying to smash my late mother's only keepsake.
I signed the papers and walked out into the freezing night, thinking the nightmare was finally over.
But the next day, a heavily edited video of a childhood friend helping me into his car went viral online.
Carlisle's PR team released a public statement branding me a cheating wife, completely destroying my reputation.
He let the world tear me apart, using my ruined name to play the victim and justify bringing his first love home.
I had sacrificed my own dreams and endured his family's endless abuse for four years, only to be discarded like trash and framed for the exact emotional cheating he had been doing all along.
Watching the vile comments flood my screen, my heartbreak hardened into pure, unbreakable ice.
I calmly picked up my phone and dialed my father's number.
"Dad, it's time. I want to come home and take over Mcneil Industries."