Alpha's Contracted Surrogate
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I'm Sana. I once became a surrogate for Selina, the former Luna, as I desperately needed money to save my mother.
After giving birth to Angela, Selina passed away, and I was bound by a three - year contract with Alpha Frank.
During those years, I endured so much.
Angela, influenced by Yulia, Selina's sister, treated me horribly. She stuck gum in my hair, threw stones at me, and put a dead rat in my bed.
Alpha Frank, consumed by grief for Selina, used me as a stand - in, then cruelly rejected me.
When the contract ended, I tried to leave, but was framed and thrown into a cellar.
Finally, I escaped to Mountain Ridge Pack, my mother's home.
There, I met Daniel, and we became close.
When Alpha Frank and Angela found me, Angela apologized, but I refused to go back. Now, with Daniel by my side, I'm ready to embrace a new, happy life.
Alpha's Contracted Surrogate Chapter 1
Today marks the third anniversary of the passing of the former Luna, Selina.
As I styled my hair in the same manner as Selina's, Angela, my six - year - old daughter, suddenly rushed towards me.
In a fit of rage, she forcefully stuck the chewed - up gum into my hair, and no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't come off.
"Today is my mother's birthday! How dare you style your hair like my mother's? This hairstyle is only for my mom!" she shrieked, her eyes blazing with anger.
Truly, she is the offspring of that man.
The gum had matted my hair into a tangled mess, and every attempt to comb it out only made my scalp sting more painfully.
I could only stare at my own disheveled reflection in the mirror, feeling utterly helpless.
My scalp had turned red from the fruitless attempts to remove the gum, and now it was constantly itchy and numb, making me extremely uncomfortable.
Angela sneered triumphantly, "Don't think that just because you married my father, you're the mistress. That Luna position will always belong to my mother! You shameless home - wrecker, I will never, ever recognize you as part of this family!"
Looking at this child, who had come from my own womb, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of weariness.
I carried her for ten months and raised her for six long years, yet her heart remained as cold as ice towards me.
"You don't have to recognize me, because I'm leaving this place, this pack, forever,"
Angela let out a cold, contemptuous snort.
"Serves you right. You'd better drop dead, right this instant."
"You're such a nuisance! Look at yourself. You deliberately styled your hair exactly like my mother's and even wore clothes similar to her style. Do you really think you can pass yourself off as my mother that easily? You're delusional! My mother is one - of - a - kind, and you'll never, ever replace her in my heart. Give up this foolish idea!"
Scenes like this had become all too familiar to me.
I straightened my back, a flash of annoyance in my eyes as I stared straight at her.
"Hey! Stop your baseless accusations. Who said I was imitating your mother? Think about it. Your mother always wore those elegant long gowns with exquisite accessories. Look at me, my style is casual and laid - back, nothing like hers. It's just a coincidence that we look somewhat alike. You look at your mother's photo every day; you know exactly what she looks like. Stop insisting that I'm copying her. There's no truth to that!"
Angela's face turned deathly pale with anger, and she stormed off.
I heaved a weary sigh and dragged my tired body back to my room, longing for a moment of peace.
Just as I was about to slip under the covers, a pungent, putrid smell assaulted my nostrils.
In horror, I flung back the covers, only to find a dead rat lying there. Its eyes were wide open, and its body was already in a state of decay, exuding a nauseating stench.
Instantly, a shiver ran down my spine, and my scalp tingled with horror. I instinctively took a step back, staggering and nearly losing my balance.
Just then, Angela burst into the room, laughing maniacally.
"Surprised? You fool! How does it feel to sleep with a dead rat? I prepared this especially for you. Isn't it so 'thoughtful'?"
"You're taking what belongs to my mother. Now you get to taste this!" she snarled viciously.
With a final look of disgust and a mocking grimace, she darted out of the room.
Suddenly, an unbearable itch spread all over my body, as if thousands of tiny ants were crawling beneath my skin.
Only then did I notice the fine hairs scattered around the dead rat.
I was severely allergic to such fur, and now, my skin erupted in large, angry red rashes.
Unable to resist, I started scratching wildly, but the more I scratched, the itchier it became. In some places, I scratched until blood trickled down, leaving angry red welts.
My breathing grew rapid and labored, my throat constricted .
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Alpha's Contracted Surrogate of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3
Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.9
Eighteen days after giving up on Jarrett Sheppard, Alayna Dickerson cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend the UC Berkeley College of Music.
Her father, Samuel Dickerson, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she'd always insisted on staying with Jarrett. Alayna forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Jarrett was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Jarrett about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Kisha Prince, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Jarrett's tender words to Kisha twisted a knife in Alayna's heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had given her her first harmonica when she was eight, becoming her musical mentor, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a love letter at seventeen, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Kisha home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Jarrett out of her heart.
7.5
I, once a renowned belly - dance master, was the unwitting victim of a diabolical plot. My own sister, Sarah, and my supposed mate, Frank, conspired to have me violated. Their heinous plan was to ensure that the adopted daughter, Jenny, could perform belly dance in the blood - moon ceremony without any competition.
I was savagely assaulted, my body and spirit broken, and then callously framed, left to die in a pool of my own despair.
But fate had a different turn for me.
Against all odds, I clawed my way back from the brink of death and transformed into a special agent, staging a false death to escape the nightmare that had been my life. Frank, only after the damage was irreparably done, finally opened his eyes to the magnitude of his mistakes.
Consumed by a guilt so profound that it seemed to eat away at his very soul, he was left adrift in a sea of remorse.
However, it was far, far too late...
9.2
It all started with one encounter.
One night with a man whose touch felt like sin and whose scent still haunts my skin.
I never meant to fall - but when I caught my boyfriend, the Alpha's son, cheating on me, something inside me broke.
And that's when he found me - a stranger cloaked in dominance and danger. His hands promised ruin, his lips whispered damnation.
I gave in. Just once.
Or so I thought.
Now, I've been hired as the Alpha's new secretary.
And when I walked into his office, the world stopped.
Because he's not a stranger.
He's him.
The man from that night.
The man I should have never touched.
The father of my ex.
I tell myself I can resist him - that I can keep my secret buried. But every time his gaze lingers, every time that deep, commanding voice wraps around my name, my resolve burns away.
This isn't love.
It's an obsession. Possession. Darkness disguised as desire.
And I know one thing for sure - once an Alpha sets his eyes on you...
He never lets go.
7.3
I shouldn't get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do.
It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.
My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.
But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.
9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
