Alpha's Contracted Surrogate
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.
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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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9.0
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Their first meeting sparks conflict, their arguments ignite passion, and slowly, Carl begins to see life and love through a new lens. But when his powerful father, Darius Woode, threatens to tear them apart, Carl must confront the man who shaped him and fight for the one woman who has captured his heart.
As secrets unravel and emotions flare, Marilyn demands proof of Carl's love, and Carl must risk everything to show her that love is not weakness it is the most powerful force of all. In a story of transformation, trust, and undeniable chemistry, two hearts discover that love is worth every battle, every fight, and every leap of faith.
Will Carl and Marilyn's love survive the weight of family, pride, and fear or will their hearts remain divided?
8.5
Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again.
And for a while, it worked.
Until Wilson Dan walked into her world.
Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter.
But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice.
People don't challenge him.
Delphine does.
From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip.
But this is not just about attraction.
There are things Wilson isn't saying.
Things Delphine is starting to notice.
And people around them who are already watching... and waiting.
What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control.
Because this is not just about feelings.
It is about power. It is about position.
And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand,
somewhere she cannot simply walk away from.
Is she getting closer to Wilson...
or already too deep to step out?
When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Some hearts don't just fall in love.
They fall into something they may not survive.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
9.6
I was only three and a half years old, living in a damp basement and beaten daily by Enoch Pruitt with a heavy leather whip.
"Get up, you useless waste of space!"
He always told me I was a stray he had picked out of the garbage.
But during one brutal beating that nearly stopped my heart, time froze, and a glowing figure called The Chronicler appeared.
"You are not an abandoned orphan, Clare. You carry the blood of the highest gods."
He revealed that I was the stolen daughter of the ultra-wealthy Barrett family.
Then, he showed me the horrific ending of my previous life.
I had died right here on this bloody dirt floor.
My real parents and three brothers went completely insane with grief, turning into ruthless monsters who destroyed themselves and the entire world to avenge me.
Meanwhile, the Pruitt family kept torturing me, locking me in a woodshed and feeding me moldy bread.
The memory of my bones breaking and my real mother's agonizing screams crushed my chest.
Why did I have to suffer like an animal while my true family tore the world apart looking for me?
This time, I refused to die in the mud.
I accepted my divine blood, my eyes glowing gold as I summoned a bolt of purple lightning to strike my abuser.
I just needed to survive the night.
Because my real father's heavily armed convoy was already tearing up the mountain, ready to burn this hell to the ground.
7.8
He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life.
"...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget.
They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart.
Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts.
Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love.
Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart.
His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.
7.2
Five years ago, I was sentenced to prison for a car accident that left Blaire Lowe fighting for her life in the ICU.
The day I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was over, but it had only just begun.
Carson Long, the man who once loved me, was waiting. He didn't see a victim of a tragic accident; he saw a monster who deserved to rot.
He made sure I knew that freedom was a lie. He turned my life into a living hell, dragging me through the halls of the hospital to witness the ruin I had caused, forcing me to watch as those who once knew me spat on my name and treated me like filth.
When he demanded I pay for my sins by destroying my own face, I didn't hesitate. I carved a jagged scar into my cheek just to satisfy his cold, relentless hatred, hoping it would finally be enough to earn his mercy.
But he wasn't satisfied. He dragged me to his estate, stripped me of my dignity, and turned me into the house's lowest servant, forcing me to scrub cobblestones until my knees bled and my body gave out.
Why did he hate me so much that he wanted me to suffer every second of my existence? Why was he so determined to see my soul crushed into dust, even when I had nothing left to give?
I looked at the trash I was forced to eat, and in that moment, I realized that as long as Carson held the leash, I would never be free.
I picked up a piece of moldy bread, my eyes hollow, and decided that if living meant becoming his dog, I would find a way to end the game on my own terms.