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 5
Daisy's pov
I slowly unfurl my eyes to the bright light and I he throbbing pain from my head. My eyes glanced at my environment, trying to process where I was, but nothing was making any sense to me.
As I remained calm for a few minutes, everything was slowly starting to make sense to me, every incident that took place before I blanked out.
"Fuck!" I jerked to my feet. Realizing that I was still in the hands of the monster and had no clue what he intended to do with me.
I rushed to the window. Trying to figure out a way to sneak out of here without being detected, but just then, the door swung open and the monster from my memory stepped in accompanied by a familiar figure.
"Looks like you are awake, did you get a good sleep?" He had a smirk on his lip, like he had not abducted me and was obviously going to take my life.
"Doctor Benjamin, were you also abducted?" I narrowed my eyes, and a confused expression swept through while I tried to make sense of the scene before me.
But Doctor Benjamin didn't seem like someone who had been abducted. Instead, he looked so calm as he walked towards me.
"Calm down Ms. Benneth, this man here isn't going to hurt you, I just need you to calm down and listen to everything that I am going to say.
"Calm down? You are only saying that because you don't know what this man is, he is a monster"
"I know and trust me, what you thought you saw, I have seen it a million times"
"What?" I stood frozen at a spot, my gaze darting from Doctor Benjamin to the man.
"First I am going to need you to sit down, then I will explain everything to you, I promise no one is going to hurt you"
His tone was soft, this was the same man who had helped me for two years until I was finally able to get pregnant even though my husband was now worse than the monster in front of me.
I slowly walked to the bed and sat down, but I was still cautious, if the man I was married to for two years could betray me like that, I had no clue what a man who could shift into an animal could do.
"This is Mr Khai, but his title is an Alpha, he is Alpha Khai and he leads a very very powerful werewolf pack"
He stressed the 'powerful' as he needed me to understand its true meaning.
"A werewolf, as in the fictional werewolf?" I gave out a small laugh, my gaze trailed down to Khai who was seated at the side with a blank expression on his face.
"Yes and trust me Ms. Benneth, they are both fiction, they exist and he you have seen with your own eyes"
I bit my lower lip, no matter how much I wanted to deny that this wasn't happening, I had seen his transformation from a werewolf into a human, there was no other explanation for that.
"Even though he is a werewolf, I still don't get why he showed up at the Benneth corporation and what he wants from me"
This time, doctor Benjamin swallowed his spit like this was the hardest part.
"You see, we were supposed to use your husband's sperm for the implant just like we discussed. But my nurse had made some foolish mistakes, exchanging the sperm with that of Alpha Khai here"
"Exchange it with what?" I was already getting the hint of what he meant, but my heart was racing rapidly, and my brain could not comprehend what was going on even if I was fighting to.
"Ms Benneth, you are carrying the Alpha child and not your husband!" He didn't bother to sugarcoat the response.
I blinked twice just to be certain that I wasn't dreaming. I was carrying my child and the father was a werewolf"
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know miss. And to be sincere it's surprising that you are still carrying the fetus which should have been impossible but right now. You need to stay here so you can be monitored"
He explained but I couldn't tell from which part I stopped listening, my brain couldn't process anything.
I hated the fact that I was carrying Finn's child and I would have to wake up everyday realizing this child belongs to the man who betrayed me.
But this, I couldn't even process it. None of it made any sense to me.
"Ma. I will leave you to speak to the Alpha" The patted my shoulder, understanding that I was still staring blankly at space, he stepped out of there.
NoIwaIaI wast with Khai who walked closer to me and sat down.
"I know this is a lot for you to take, but trust me. I am as surprised as you are and have no clue how that can even happen.
"Now that you are aware of everything, I am not going to beat around the bush. The thing is I am not sure if you can carry this baby to full term, but if you do, I will stand by you all through the process, help you get revenge for your husband and get a divorce from him."
He stared into my eyes as he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the next words he was going to say.
"But once the baby is born, I will take the baby away, pay you off and you can go to any country of your choice to start up your life"
I felt a sharp pain at the words, he was going to take my child away from me.
"I don't find it hard for you, but you can't take care of this baby on your own, the baby will carry alpha blood and it's nothing like you've ever seen before, not to mention, you were brutally hurt by your husband, you deserve revenge!"
He was right about just one thing, I badly wanted to make Finn pay for all he did and even though I had no clue yet how I was going to do it, it was certain that I wouldn't stop until I made him feel every hint of pain he caused me.
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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."