
The Alpha's Princess Surrogate
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?"
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Chapter 5
Astrid's POV
At that point, the haze in my head cleared.
Alpha Jaxon was the Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack. The name was nearly as deadly as the deadly infamous pack.
The Crimson Moon pack was one of the biggest packs on this continent. That was because the Alpha of the pack, Alpha Jaxon, kept conquering other packs and adding them to his.
He was rumored to be deadly, bloodthirsty and extremely merciless. Even my former pack shied away from any interaction that involved the Crimson Moon pack instead choosing to send gifts to Alpha Jaxon in hopes of appeasing him to prevent an attack.
This was the man that I had been 'sold' to become his breeder? Just how much drugs had they put in that food?
I just wanted to find my dad, why did it seem like I was going from one trouble to another?
I blinked up at this stranger who told me that he had bought me.
"A surrogate?"
What little I knew of that word was that they carried babies. Would that involve sex? Sex with a bloodthirsty monster?
Fighting my rising nausea, I sat up and reached for the edges of the stranger's jacket.
"Please I never volunteered for this. Please let me go."
The stranger frowned at me.
"What do you mean?"
Maybe if I was able to explain the situation to him. Explain how little I knew of it and how I had been drugged, maybe he would let me go. I held on to him tighter.
"I think I was kidnapped-"
The man brushed off my hold on him, his frown even more pronounced now.
"That doesn't matter to me. You have been purchased. You must perform your duties."
Purchased like I was a commodity or something. I could tell from the easy dominance that he carried that he was a strong wolf.
Even if he wasn't, I wasn't strong. I might have been descended from royalty but my strength had still not shown itself. I couldn't fight him. Even if I did, I had no idea where we were.
I only had one option. One that I was too familiar with after all the years that I had spent in the Moonshadow pack. The submissive life that I thought I had left behind in my former pack.
I folded my hands together feeling tears fall down my cheeks.
"Please, I can't. I can't be a surrogate. Please have mercy on me."
The man didn't seem moved so I scrambled for what to say. "I. I'll pay you back. I'll pay you back whatever you paid the traders."
The man looked intrigued, his brows pulling together slightly. "And what would you possibly have of value?"
I clutched at my chest and neatly wept in relief as I realized that the men had left my necklace on me. It was the gift I had found with my cake at that fake celebration Alpha Finn had thrown me.
And it might just be what saved me.
I unmatched it from my beck and held it out for the man to look at. "Here, take this."
The man held the necklace between his fingers with a sardonic smirk.
"This? Is this a joke?"
My heart sank. Was it not enough to pay for my freedom? Just how much had those men sold me for? How long had I slept for?
"What do you mean?"
The man flung the necklace on the bed. "This is fake gold."
A gasp escaped my lips. "No. It can't be."
I was so stupid. So damn stupid. Stupid for thinking that the Blackwoods would ever be legitimate about anything.
They wanted me for my connection to the Alpha King but they couldn't even be bothered to give me a real necklace. They probably didn't see me as worthy of something that expensive.
The man crossed his arms, seeming amused.
"If it were real, do you think the slavers would have left it on you?"
My cheeks burned, my high completely gone. Of course. People that thought to sell me would definitely not balk at taking my jewelry or any other valuables I had on me.
Valuables. I checked myself and as I suspected, the wallet that I had taken from Xavier's car was gone.
Then my mind caught up with what he just said. "The slavers sold me to you?"
Slavers. Goosebumps covered my skin. They were one of the reasons apart from the rogues that I had stopped for the night.
Technically they were rogue wolves.
Only instead of losing their mind like rogue wolves did, they banded together almost immediately after their banishment, keeping themselves sane and doing anything to keep food on their table without the support of a pack.
They sold wolves, humans, and any supernatural that you could think of. They also sold information, took on bounties and did any dirty jobs asked of them.
So those men had been slavers. I had been so careless. But if he knew they were slavers then he knew that I wasn't here willing.
I latched onto his shirt with renewed vengeance.
"You know they are slavers. You know I didn't volunteer for this so why are you doing this?"
The man began to speak but the air in the room suddenly charged up. And my entire body went still.
"You should be thankful, pet." His voice was cold and clipped. Somehow I just knew that this was the Alpha Jaxon. The Alpha who had bought me to be his surrogate.
He didn't look like the monster I had always envisioned him to be. He was stacked, his muscles pulling his clothes tight against his body.
Alpha Jaxon's face was like a dream with his defined jawline, high cheekbones and his cool grey eyes.
Relax Astrid. Monsters can also be good-looking.
But my breath still caught at the sight of him and my nipples pebbled beneath my dress.
The man in the room bowed to him, his body language switching up from dominant to subservient before I could blink. "Alpha Jaxon."
Alpha Jaxon barely looked at him before dismissing him with a wave.
"Leave us, Caleb."
Caleb. That meant he was Alpha Jaxon's Beta. No wonder I had felt so much dominance from him.
Caleb bowed once more then left the room. Leaving Alpha Jaxon and I alone. The air in the room thickened and my breath came fast.
Until he threw a poster in my face. A poster of me tagged wanted.
Wanted. I was wanted? There was only one sect of people I could see doing this.
Alpha Jaxon's next words confirmed my suspicions.
"The Moonshadow Pack has listed you as a wanted person. I assume you are a fugitive from there."
So soon? How long had I been out? I had planned to be far away from my pack before they found out that I was missing but being abducted and sold, I had missed my deadline.
If they got me back. I thought of Lyra's car, Xavier's car, and their plans for a fake mating. I was done for.
Alpha Jaxon didn't even look annoyed or amused as his Beta Caleb had been.
No. He spoke to me distantly, keeping a lot of space between us, sounding so unfriendly that I had no problems believing all I had heard about him and imagining that handsome face torturing some unsuspecting soul.
"They are offering as much as half a million dollars for your return."
Shock raced through me. Would they really pay that much money for my return just so that Xavier could get the ring and the Alpha King title?
Alpha Jaxon tilted his head to the side, his gaze unreadable and his face expressionless.
"If I let you go, the slavers will sell you back to them."
Back to that pack. Back to that life as a worthless omega. Back to that life where Lyra and her minions did as they wanted with me.
Now that I had tried escaping, their security would be amplified. I would never leave. They would never let me leave.
Alpha Jaxon leaned in and took my chin making me shiver in fear, want and repulsion.
"I intend to keep you, pet. I don't care about your past or what you want. Only what you can give me. A child."
He let go of me, turning away like the only thing that mattered was what he had to say. Like his opinion was the only thing that mattered.
"Get ready." He said gruffly. "We leave in an hour."
I finally found my voice, as shaky and trembling as it was.
"If i. if I complete the surrogacy, will you let me go?"
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.

8.8
Alpha King Sergius of the Northern Territories is cursed to go mad during the seventh blood moon which is just one year away. Pressured into political marriage, he seeks escape at a dingy bar where he meets Fiona, a downtrodden waitress who awakens as his true mate during their one-night stand. His vicious rejection sends her fleeing into the arms of his estranged brother, Alpha Cyprius of the Southern Territories. Years later, when Sergius discovers only his true mate can break the curse, he must win back the woman who now loves his brother.

8.8
Omega Unleashed
8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
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Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.

7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.

9.6
I was the devoted Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But he coldly rejected our sacred bond for a pure-blooded she-wolf, tossing me aside like garbage.
That was when a cold voice in my head revealed the horrifying truth.
"Your fate is to be rejected, a tragic footnote in their epic love story."
My entire life was a scripted prophecy controlled by a twisted entity.
According to the script, I was supposed to be locked away, my inner wolf withering from the broken bond until I died in agony.
The entity even confessed to orchestrating the murder of Alpha Gideon, the only father figure I ever had, just to keep our bloodline enslaved to this sick narrative.
I refused to be a ghost in someone else's happily ever after.
Why should my family die and my soul be erased just to serve a predetermined fate?
Instead of crying like the prophecy demanded, I tore my own soul apart to shatter the ancient Scroll of Fate, destroying the entity itself.
Opening my eyes again, I was back to being a ten-year-old child.
It was the exact day my lifelong trauma began.
"Do as I say, Elara. Do not make any more trouble for me."
My mother was trying to force me to take the blame for a bully, just to save her own reputation.
This time, I am writing the script.

7.8
I spent three years trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, enduring my husband Bradley's coldness while pouring my family's fortune into his royal projects. I truly believed our marriage was built on duty and that our adopted son, Jimmie, was the bond that held us together.
Everything changed on a stormy night when I caught Bradley in his study, calmly watching my family's trust fund documents-the entire Orozco legacy-burn to ash in the fireplace. He didn't even look guilty as he explained that I was never his partner, only a convenient bank account for the Crown.
When I lunged to save the papers, Bradley shoved me to the floor with bored indifference. Then, the ultimate betrayal walked through the door: Jimmie. My son didn't run to comfort me; he took Bradley's hand and looked at me with pure venom. Bradley sneered, revealing that Jimmie wasn't adopted at all-he was his biological son with my best friend, Icy.
"We just needed you to fund his future," Bradley said.
I was dragged out by guards and thrown into a sedan speeding toward the cliffs. At Dead Man's Curve, the driver jumped out of the moving car, leaving me to plummet into the freezing ocean. As the water filled my lungs and my life faded, I didn't feel fear. I felt a distilled, murderous hate.
I woke up gasping for air in my old bedroom, three years before the crash. It was the day of my fake infertility diagnosis, the beginning of their plan to break me.
"The Fiona who listened to you is dead," I whispered, looking at my reflection.
I didn't cry this time. Instead, I dressed in black and headed into the night to find the only man Bradley feared-the lethal, "boiling-blooded" Regent, Demian Ballard. I was going to save his life, and in return, he was going to help me burn the palace down.