Alpha's Contracted Surrogate

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.