
The Alpha's Princess Surrogate
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Astrid turned and her jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Xavier?"
Her forherr mate, who ever bullied her with his bitch for thousands of time and rejected her without any hestiation, while smiled at her brightly. "I'm here to take you home."
"I am not going back with you."
"You have no choice. "
Xavier pulled her arm and yanked her forward ignoring her struggles.
Suddenly, a deep and cold voice interrupted them.
"Am I interrupting you two?"
Both of them were looking back. It was Alpha Jaxon.
The most powerful and crueless Alpha in the world, who owned Astrid as his surroagte.
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Alpha Jaxon placed her directly on top of the librarian's massive desk. His hands began to wander all over her body touching her neck, her breasts, squeezing her ass.
"Alpha Jaxon." His name left her lips as a moan before she was even conscious of what she was saying.
He began to push up the voluminous skirts of her gown pulling her to the edge of the desk where he pressed up against her, his erection rubbing against her and making her feel so darn hot.
She moaned even louder and Alpha Jaxon kissed the top of her breasts making her shiver.
When he raised his head, his eyes were darker and his voice laboured.
"Today is your ovulation day, right?"
The Alpha's Princess Surrogate Chapter 1
Astrid's POV
It was my birthday.
Well, it was going to be my birthday in exactly ten minutes.
How did I know this? I put a timer on it.
One wonders why I was going through the effort of timing the exact moment I turned eighteen.
It was because I was turning eighteen. That magical birthday when wolves found their mates and everything finally slid into place in their world.
I lit the last candle and looked down on the beautiful game Darryl from the kitchens where I often cleaned had gifted me with.
It was small but it was probably the nicest thing anyone had done for an orphan like me in this big pack.
"I can't take this."
"You will," She'd harrumphed. "I know you don't like showy stuff but it's your birthday. You should have a cake at least."
I smiled at the memory of her unwillingness to let me feel alone even for a second.
The timer was already counting down and I felt butterflies in my belly at the thought of finally meeting my mate.
I was about to sit down when the door of my room suddenly barged open.
I jumped, my pulse racing from both the abruptness of the opening of the door and at the sight of my biggest tormentor.
"Well, well isn't this cute?" Lyra drawled, her voice warm and friendly making my skin crawl as she invaded my personal space.
Lyra was the daughter of my Pack's Beta. She was everything I wasn't. Tall, blond, lithe, effortlessly powerful and beautiful.
She delighted in torturing people beneath her station and I couldn't count how many beatings I had gotten because of her.
She was also drunk judging from the strong smell of booze that followed her as she stepped in.
I backed away instinctively. Without alcohol, she was very unpredictable. I couldn't telll what she would do to me now.
I shouldn't have worried because Lyra only had eyes for my cake.
She covered her mouth with an exaggerated gasp. "Little Astrid made a cute little cake for her birthday."
My cheeks burned and I hugged myself avoiding her gaze so she would take my words as a challenge.
"Please leave."
Before I could blink she slapped me tightly across my face making my ears ring.
"Who do you think you are talking to, runt?"
Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I bowed my head to her. I could not stand against her.
She was stronger than me as the Beta's daughter. Even now I could feel her dominance push against me.
"I'm sorry, Lyra."
My apology wasn't enough because the next thing I knew, she had shoved me to the ground.
"How dare you think to talk back at me?!" Lyra growled from above me.
I didn't dare move before Lyra hit me as she always did.
Suddenly I felt a charge in the air of the room and a low growl that sent shivers up my spine.
"Enough!"
I didn't look up but I would know that voice anywhere.
It was Xavier. The heir to my pack, the Moonshadow pack, my childhood friend and my crush for as far back as I could remember.
Someone touched my shoulder making me tremble. I saw Xavier's bigger, more muscular hand cover mine as he pulled me up to my feet.
Xavier was stunning. His hair was a dark coffee brown, his eyes a shade lighter but just as intoxicating, his body so beautifully built.
Those brown eyes were wide in concern as he looked at me. "Are you alright?"
My voice couldn't function properly. Was I dreaming?
"I.I'm fine."
Xavier's concerned look disappeared beneath a wicked smile that made my heart drop. "Do you think I actually care about how you feel?"
"Xavier-"
I was cut off by Xavier grabbing me at either side of my face yanking roughly towards him as he snarled at me.
"How dare an omega like you not know your place? You will call me by my rightful station."
I let my eyes fall from him along with my tears.
Ever since my thirteenth birthday had come and gone with no sign of my wolf, Xavier's behaviour towards me had changed.
Instead of protecting me, he had joined the wolf cubs continually tormenting me.
What had I expected? For him to treat me differently today of all days?
"I'm sorry, Alpha Heir."
Lyra's gaze sharpened as she caught onto his arm pulling him away from me and latching on to him as though I wanted to take him from her.
"She's so pathetic, babe." Lyra said snidely.
Xavier's gaze on me was as degrading as ever.
"You are right. She is utterly disgusting."
He looked back at Lyra, his gaze softening as he kissed her on her forehead making her smile.
My heart twinged slightly. I should have looked away but I couldn't. Xavier seemed to sense my gaze on him because he looked up at me, his anger returning.
"I don't know what Dad was thinking, letting her live here with us."
The fact that I wasn't a real member of this pack was the origin of all my problems. No one knew my roots. Just that I was brought here.
After my thirteenth birthday without a wolf to secure my official ranking, the pack members became more hostile to me.
I looked at Xavier and for the first time in a long while, I found the courage to stand up to him.
"Xavier, we were friends once, how can you be so heartless?"
Xavier glared at me. "Remembering we were once friends makes me feel so disgusted."
His words hurt me far more than I thought they would considering the fact that he had not hidden his disgust with my powerlessness all this while.
He didn't seem to notice the hurt on my face as his sneer broadened on seeing my cake.
"It's your birthday?"
Lyra giggled, her arm firmly linked with Xavier's.
"Look, she even put a little timer. She can't wait to meet her very own pathetic mate who will be a weak wolf-less omega like she is."
My cheeks flushed for the second time that night.
Wolves are usually matched according to strength. I would probably be linked with an omega like myself. I didn't mind. But the way Lyra said it made it sound like a bad thing.
Xavier's eyebrows went up with a sight-mocking edge to his voice.
"Is that true? You can't wait to meet your mate?"
I looked at the floor twisting my fingers together hoping that both of them would just leave me alone.
Xavier must have read the truth on my face because his next statement was as cutting as it was honest.
"Well, don't get your hopes up, Astrid. No one. Not even a hopeless omega will want you to be their mate."
His words made me want to cry. To bawl my eyes out and cry but I couldn't do that yet. Xavier and Lyra were waiting for the slightest provocation to laugh at me.
My silence seemed to displease Lyra who pushed my cake to the floor. The candles went out and it scattered in a creamy smear across the floor.
A soft gasp escaped me and this time I couldn't stop the flood of tears that escaped me.
It was a small thing. Just a cake but they couldn't even let me have this one thing.
Lyra smirked at me viciously before smiling up at Xavier. "There is no need for a cake if there is no celebration. Right, babe?"
But Xavier's eyes never left my face. He seemed to be enjoying the sight of me in pain. In tears.
"She should eat it off the ground. Like the trash that she is." He mocked.
Lyra laughed pettily. "At this point, Xavier, I can't wait to see her mate." Her blue eyes sparked with dark amusement. "Maybe we can go on double dates together where they wait on us. It'll be so much fun."
Xavier laughed as though she had said something very funny before dropping a small kiss on her mouth that was barely a step away from a full-blown make-out session.
They acted like I wasn't there. Like I didn't matter. To them, I probably didn't. I was no one. Nothing. Just a wolfless omega to toy with.
My timer went off with a loud sound that startled them apart from their kiss and my world stopped.
My world doesn't stop exactly. It was full of color and scents.
An intoxicating scent in particular that had me taking a step forward in search of the origin of that delicious scent.
Xavier took a step towards me and put gazes locked.
"Mate." The words escaped me in a shocked gasp.
How could Xavier be my mate? How could I feel so drawn to my tormentor?
Lyra paled looking between the both of us, a curse escaping her. "What the hell."
Her words seemed to draw Xavier out of the trance he had been in since the timer went off and his face hardened as he took a deliberate step away from me.
"You can never be my mate. You are nobody."
My heart broke but that was only the beginning, my mate wasn't done tormenting me just yet.
"I, Xavier Blackwood, future heir of the Moonshadow Pack, reject you Astrid Nightshade as my mate."
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9.7
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Years later, the wife everyone mocked becomes the world's first female trillionaire. When her bankrupt ex-husband kneels before her, willing to lick her dirt just to have her back, she smiles from her bathtub filled with money and says, "Ex-husband, I'm going to marry the second richest man in the world."

9.3
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Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥

8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.

7.4
Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated.
Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed.
What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?

8.1
When the private elevator pinged. That was the moment Eleanor's two-and-a-half years as a billionaire's perfect fake girlfriend abruptly ended.
Julian was terminating her services early because his real first love was moving into the penthouse tomorrow.
His assistant stood by the marble counter, bracing for a screaming match. He handed over a brutal non-disclosure agreement.
He slid a five-million-dollar check across the table, fully expecting her to cry, beg, or throw the money back in his face.
"Miss Palmer... Giselle is moving in tomorrow," he warned.
Instead, Eleanor calmly borrowed his Montblanc pen, signed her name three times without hesitation, and slipped the money into her planner.
"Congratulations to Mr. Caldwell-Prentice on finally getting what he wants," she smiled flawlessly.
They all thought she was just a high-end, emotionless mercenary who felt absolutely nothing for the men she served.
They didn't know she was actually Cara Love, the last surviving heir of the ruined Love Foundation, living under a fake name to avenge her dead father.
For years, she swallowed her burning hatred, playing the perfect emotional substitute to buy dark web intel and hide her unnatural, rapid-healing body from a ruthless medical syndicate.
But now, a tech billionaire client had just uncovered her true identity, and her burner phone flashed with a terrifying emergency alert.
The syndicate had found her.
Eleanor grabbed her suitcase and ordered the private jet back to New York.
The facade was over; it was time to face the deadly storm.











