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 4
Daisy's pov
Everyone was trembling at the sight of the wolf that had just stepped in. But instead of fear, I was confused, did he just speak now.
An animal spoke, how was that possible.
While I was still trying to process what was going on, he kept walking closer to me, his eyes didn't leave mine even for a second.
And as I stared into it, I could feel a human in there. There was a soul and it bored right into mine, but what confused me was the fact that Finn and his men had back out when in actual sense, they should be calling for more backups.
"Are you hurt?" I heard the voice which sent shivers down my spine. It was the wolf, he had spoken just now.
That was when I began to shiver, I open my mouth but no words came out, I try to breath or even run but all my body had failed me.
Just then, the wolf let out a very loud growl, his voice echoed through the hallway. Finn, Laura and his men all fell on their knee, I could see tears roll down her cheek, the fear was impeccable.
Just then, his bones began to crack, slowly the hairs on his body began to disappear, formimg clear and smooth human skin.
My eyes pop wide open and I had to blink to be sure I wasn't hallucinate. Just then, A full handsome man appeared just where the wolf had been standing.
His hair was jet black, long and Cascaded down to his shoulder, his eyes was hazel down, but they were ethe both beautiful I had ever seen, despite how pale his skin looked down. I couldn't take away the image that a wolf, a beast was standing in that position where it is man stood right now.
"Daisy, are you alright?" The man spoke to me, his expression so soft that something flickered inside of me.
How did he know my name. What do we happening and how did a beast suddenly transform into a human.
"What were you trying to do to her just now?" His gaze finally pulled away from me and when he turned to Finn, they were cold.
"I.... I.... She needed her medication"
"Medication, Daisy is that true?" He asked me in a defensive manner. Nothing was making sense to me. No matter how much I was trying to put the peife together, everything was blur.
But something seemed obvious at this point, this man or beast had come for me, he had come to save me from Finn.
Although I couldn't tell how he knew my name or to come here, but I knew that once I was out of here, in would finally die in his hands.
Right now. I couldn't worry about that, I had to get away from Finn first and then find a way to get away from the beast.
"That is not true!" I finally spoke up soon as I found my voice. "He was trying to kill me, my husband and his mistress!"
I announced, pointing at the both of them. The beast let out a loud growl, he walked towards Finn, his hands wrapped around Finn neck as he pjacked him up above the wall.
Laura immediately fell to her knee, tears rolling down her cheek. "Please.... Please Sir, have mercy on us.... Please this is all a misunderstanding between the couple"
"Couple? I think we are a way past that, he has to agree to sign the divorce"
"Yes.... Yes.... I will sign it" Finn spoke hastily with the beast hand still on his neck. Coughing hard as he spoke.
That was enough satisfaction for me, the beast threw him to a side and now that his attention was almost at me. I knew it was time for me to fled.
I turned around and in that moment, I took to my heels, taking the elevator as quickly as I could but by the time I stepped out of the elevator, he was standing infront og me. His hands folded and a cold expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" He asked, I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.
"How did you get here so fast"
"I am a werewolf, were you expecting same speed?" He asked and started walking towards and I quickly dropped to my knees.
"Please.... Please don't hurt me, I beg of you" I pleaded on my knees, but he stopped at his track, looking almost confused.
"And why would you think that I would want to hurt you, I just saved your ass now and you think I want to hurt you?"
I bit my lower lip, nothing was making sense, but I knew that no matter how much I thought about why he was here. I couldn't get the Anderson all by myself.
"What do you want from me?"
"Come with me and would will find out soon" he expressed and started walking towards the door.
"No way! You must be nut if you think that I am going to be leaving here with a beast, best I would just let Finn kill me"
"First I am not a beast, if I was, you would be dead now and secondly, you will be coming with me. It all depends if it will be with your feet or not"
He was staring at me like that was a question and he was expecting me to respond, but rather I turned around and try to fled through the other exit.
But he was so fast, faster than anything that I had ever seen. He grabbed me and carried me right on his shoulder.
Even though I knew he was strong and so big, I kept resisting, trying to get away from him which was next to impossible.
"You need to calm down. Before everyone thinks I am abducting you" he groaned while headed towards the elevator and I thought to myself that once we were out of the elevator, I would scream for help, drawing the attention of everyone.
But it seemed like he had read my mind. Soon as we stepped out of the elevator, he gave me a hard punch on my neck and right there. Everything went blank.
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9.0
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."