
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 3
"And no matter who gave birth to her, Angela belongs solely to Selina," Alpha Frank declared.
On the very first day I entered this place, several burly servants, their eyes glowing with the ferocity of wild wolves, swiftly surrounded me. They roughly seized my arms, paying no heed to my desperate struggles and terrified screams.
With brute force, they pinned me down onto the cold, stone - carved chair.
Frank strode forward with measured, intimidating steps.
In his hand, he tightly grasped a small vial, within which lay several tiny contraceptive pills.
"You thought you could enter this pack and easily claim the right to bear my children?"
Then, with a firm grip, he clamped his hand around my jaw, forcing my mouth open.
I thrashed my head wildly from side to side, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
He shoved the pills into my mouth, and without a moment's hesitation, he snatched the water cup from the side table. Ignoring my choking and coughing, he poured the water down my throat.
"No one but Selina can bear my offspring," he growled.
"You're nothing but a surrogate. The only reason you were allowed to raise Angela is because it was Selina's dying wish. " Alpha Frank snarled.
His lips were trailing along my skin, but this time, I didn't submit as I had in the past.
Summoning all my courage, I pushed him away.
"Alpha Frank, I'm not feeling well. I won't be attending the banquet either,"
"Our three - year contract has expired, and I'm leaving."
The moment the words left my mouth, the lust in Alpha Frank's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a cold, steely gaze.
"Angela may not be from your eggs, but she was born from your womb. You've raised her for three years, and now you want to just walk away? Sana, you're being incredibly selfish!" he roared.
At his words, I was momentarily struck dumb.
A surrogate, yes, but also a woman who had grown to love a child as her own.
Once, Alpha Frank and my half - sister, Selina, were the golden couple of the pack.
Selina, the gentle and nurturing soul that she was, was cursed with infertility.
She yearned for a child with a desperation that only a mother - to - be could understand.
And there I was, a young woman drowning in a sea of financial despair, struggling to pay for my mother's life - saving medical treatments.
In a fateful meeting, Selina saw an opportunity, and I saw a glimmer of hope.
She paid off my mother's mounting medical bills, but in return, she took away my first - born child.
As the years passed, tragedy struck again.
Selina was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and her health deteriorated rapidly.
On her deathbed, her thoughts were not of herself, but of her beloved Angela.
Fearing that her daughter would be left alone in a world filled with danger and uncertainty, she begged me to take care of her.
Alpha Frank, who had loved Selina with a love that burned brighter than the hottest flames, could not deny his dying mate's final wish. And so, a three - year contract was forged between us.
I would raise Angela as my own, showering her with love and care, while the pack would cover all of my mother's medical expenses.
"Back then, I signed the three - year contract solely to save my mother. It was a simple exchange of needs. Now that my mother has passed away, there's no reason for me to stay any longer,"
"Moreover, Angela doesn't like me. If I continue to stay, I'll only make her more unhappy."
"If you're worried about Angela not being close to you and leaving you without support in the future, I can father another child with you," he offered.
I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh inwardly.
On the very first day I arrived here, fearing that I might conceive, he had forced me to drink a potion that would render me infertile.
I calmly interrupted him, pulling out the contract we had signed three years ago. "Thank you for your offer, but our three - year contract has expired." Over the past few years, because of my lowly status as a surrogate in this proud pack, I had endured countless disdainful looks and cruel mockeries from the other pack members.
Alpha Frank's patience finally snapped.
With a growl, he snatched the contract from my hands and tore it to shreds, the pieces fluttering to the ground like fallen leaves.
"Sana, it seems you've had too easy a time here and are deliberately trying to provoke me! You won't be attending tonight's banquet. I won't let you ruin the celebration I've prepared for Selina!"
By the time the banquet ended, it was deep into the night.
Outside, the sounds of laughter and merriment drifted in.
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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.
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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.

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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.