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 2
Years ago, Luna Selina, the once - revered leader of our pack, found herself barren, unable to bear the heir.
In my own life, darkness loomed as my mother teetered on the brink of death, her only hope a staggering sum of money for life - saving surgery.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, I made a fateful decision to become Selina's surrogate.
The months of carrying the child were a blend of physical discomfort and emotional turmoil. But finally, I gave birth to Angela.
Tragedy struck soon after when Luna Selina succumbed to her illness, leaving the pack in mourning.
Alpha Frank, consumed by grief and haunted by memories of his lost love, yet also acknowledging that Angela was born from my body, proposed a three - year contract.
With my mother's life still hanging in the balance, I reluctantly agreed, tying myself further to this complex and often cruel world.
Fast - forward to the present, I found myself in the opulent living room of the pack house.
I turned, and my eyes fell upon Alpha Frank, seated on a massive, intricately carved sofa.
He casually cast a glance at the angry red rashes covering my body, his expression betraying no emotion as he said, "Angela was a bit too rambunctious this time. You'll get an anti - allergy shot shortly. Make sure it doesn't spoil tonight's banquet."
Despite the passing of his wife, every year on their wedding anniversary, Alpha Frank insisted on hosting a lavish affair in the pack house.
Moments after swallowing the medicine prescribed for my allergy, the servants lurking behind Alpha Frank, their eyes glinting with a mix of obedience and cruelty, roughly pushed me onto the sofa.
They held my hands and feet firmly, their grip like iron shackles.
In my moment of utter despair, two women wearing masks burst into the room.
Without uttering a word, one of them lunged forward, grabbing my arm with a vice - like grip and slamming me to the cold, stone - paved floor.
The other reached into a leather satchel and produced a vial filled with a mysterious liquid and a wickedly sharp syringe.
Before I could even process what was happening, the needle pierced my skin, plunging into my vein.
A searing pain shot through my arm. Then, they began forcefully injecting the contents of the vial into my body.
The liquid burned as it coursed through my veins.
The dosage was far beyond what was normal, and I felt as if I was being consumed by an inferno from within.
My veins seemed on the verge of bursting, and I let out a guttural scream.
As the potent medicine continued to flood my veins, my consciousness began to fray at the edges.
I teetered on the precipice of unconsciousness.
And all the while, Alpha Frank stood by, watching with cold detachment.
After what felt like an eternity, Alpha Frank loomed over me.
"Angela may be mischievous, but you should have known better than to wear your hair like Selina's on her memorial day. I've made it clear that nothing Angela dislikes shall exist in this house," he growled. Lying on the bed, my forehead beaded with sweat, my face ashen, my white nightgown was soaked through, exposing my chest partially in front of Alpha Frank.
Alpha Frank's eyes glazed over in an instant, as if he had been transported to a different realm.
"Selina..." he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
Then, without warning, he lunged forward, his lips crashing onto mine with a ferocity that took my breath away.
His kiss was desperate and wild, and I felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit my lip, drawing blood.
Before I could even begin to comprehend this unexpected assault, his gaze fixated on the red rashes dotting my skin.
In an instant, his expression contorted into one of pure revulsion, as if he had touched something vile and unclean.
With a violent shove, he pushed me away, and I toppled off the bed, landing on the cold, hard floor with a thud.
He stood above me, his eyes filled with warning. "Don't delude yourself. You will never be Selina," he sneered.
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Carl Woode, a billionaire hardened by his mother's betrayal, has never believed in love. Pride, arrogance, and a guarded heart have always been his armor until he meets Marilyn Porter, a spirited and simple café worker whose kindness and courage challenge everything he thought he knew.
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.