
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 9
Astrid's POV
It was surprisingly cool to be a surrogate.
Imagine that. It was cooler being a person who sold their body for money rather than being a powerless omega.
I was given a big room on the top floor with windows that had a magnificent view of everything.
No one disturbed me and Alpha Jaxon didn't come to force himself on me or anything else like I feared. In fact, I would have thought that they had forgotten I was in the house if not for the servants that attended to me.
Yes. I now had servants. Servants that brought me whatever I wanted, cleaned up my room, styled my hair even though I was going nowhere and dressed me up.
They attempted to bathe me as well but I drew the line there. I wasn't a child.
I wasn't allowed to work hard - so as not to strain myself and affect my conception - so I always had a maid on hand in case I wanted to change or do anything strenuous.
I slept well for the first time in a long time.
I ate and gorged.
And I grew bored.
I know what you are thinking. For someone who was used to suffering surely I should have enjoyed the welcome change and milked it for what it was worth.
But I was used to working. To doing things. Sitting idle made me feel like I had things to do that I was ignoring. My body was just used to suffering to relax.
So I explored and tried to learn everything about my new home. That was how I found myself in the library for the first time.
The librarian bowed when she saw me making me startled.
"Good day my lady, how may I be of service?"
My lady? I was now a lady?
I felt instantly self-conscious. Maybe she was mistaking me for someone else.
"Don't worry, I can find my way around."
The librarian followed me into the library and refused to let me be.
"As a surrogate, you must not do any hard work."
I paused, turning to look at the librarian. "How do you know I am a surrogate?"
The librarian looked at me looking faintly embarrassed. "Only the surrogates can wear blue silk here."
I looked down at the ocean blue dress that I was wearing. Somehow I hadn't noticed that all my dresses in the closet were varying shades of blue until she said it.
From the pale blues that looked white to the darkest blues that seemed black until hit by a ray of sun in the right direction.
Even my clothes advertised what I was. How crazy was that?
"Alright." I tucked my hair behind my ear. "But you don't need to bother. I don't intend to stress myself. I just want to look around and read a book or two."
The librarian didn't seem to hear my silent plea to be alone. "I will help you with the retrieval of the books."
I finally allowed her to tag along with me because what other choice did I have?
She helped me retrieve the books that I wanted then I dismissed her and read.
I found myself returning to the library often and becoming better acquainted with the different librarians.
Initially, I just read novels but on my second day at the library, I saw a military journal and thought to myself. What better way would I get to research on the mysterious Alpha King but in the library?
I would need all the knowledge I could to find him after I left this place.
It must have been close to a week that I had been coming to the library when it happened.
"We have to close the library."
I looked up from a particular interesting story about my father to Wendy, the librarian.
"May I borrow this book then?"
Wendy smiled at me apologetically.
"It is too heavy to have in your room. You may try to lift it without any of your maids present."
She was right. I would try to lift it. It was just one book, I knew that the Crimson Moon pack was anxious to have a child but this was ridiculous. At this rate, if I got pregnant, then they would never let me stand up from the bed.
I blinked at Wendy.
"But I am so bored. I never have anything to do and reading books is the only time I feel like myself." Tears filled my eyes. "I have not even been with Alpha Jaxon. You shouldn't bother about me carrying heavy loads."
That was another thing that bothered me as well. I felt guilty for all of this princess treatment when I hadn't done anything to deserve it.
"These are the rules." Wendy shrugged but I could see the sympathy in her eyes. "But. I can leave you the key to lock up later."
"You can? Thank you!" I nearly jumped as I hugged her.
After Wendy left, I realized something. This was the first time I was completely alone in the Crimson Moon pack. This might be the only time I would have an opportunity to escape.
I didn't want Alpha Jaxon to punish the librarian but my Dad was still out there.
I glanced at the closed library door that my guard stood behind, my heart in my throat. If I wanted to escape, I would have to use the window.
I looked for a window that would be best for climbing out and I lifted my leg to climb out only to hear footsteps behind me.
I froze. I was so done for.
I turned and my jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Xavier?"
My former mate smiled at me brightly.
"You don't need to pass a window, I'm here to take you home."
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Xavier's POV
"This is all your fault! You are a disgrace."
When Astrid left, I was the one who took all the blame.
"Father, how was I to know that she would escape?"
My father had been inconsolable.
"If you had not been so mean to her, she would not have escaped!"
I knew he cared for the omega as much as I did. He only cared that our only shot at the throne was at stake.
"Father-"
"She is our ticket out of being oppressed by Alpha Jaxon and your ticket to the throne!"
Alpha Jaxon's swift and total rise over the years had humiliated my father and when he finally began to show off his strength my father never forgot or forgave.
He would not be satisfied until he had shown that upstart his place.
"I will find her and bring her home." I promised my father.
But the truth was even if he hadn't demanded it, I would have gone after her anyway.
My wolf wasn't letting me be. He wanted his mate and he wanted her now.
I couldn't touch Lyra much less kiss her even when I wanted to and the past nights before I left the pack, I couldn't sleep without Astrid's scent next to me.
Her omega scent was slowly driving me mad. I had never felt this way before and even when I saw what she had done to Lyra's car and my car, all I could do was fight a laugh which was ridiculous since I didn't even like her.
I tracked her scent to a shady-looking hotel then it was gone as though she had simply evaporated from there but I knew what territory I was in and the only people who could mask a scent like that.
It didn't take long to find the bounty hunters.
I showed her picture to the head of the hunters.
"Where is she?"
The burly man didn't even look at the picture as he drank his beer, his men around him primed for violence.
"Don't know her."
I dropped a wad of cash that had him glancing at the table.
"Does she look familiar now?"
The man grinned showing his yellow, slightly blackened teeth.
"Add another and I'll see."
I added another stack of cash.
He nodded and his men greedily pocketed it before he turned to me with that same annoying grin.
"Don't think you can get her back. Sold this one right off to Alpha Jaxon. Messing with the Crimson Moon pack will get ya killed."
The Crimson Moon Pack had her?
I growled at the head of the slavers and he looked frightened for a second. "She is mine and I will get her back."
Then it was a matter of preparation and greasing the right palm and I was in.
It was harder than I thought sneaking into the Crimson Moon territory but the person I bribed informed me that Astrid frequented the library so that I didn't waste time.
I just watched and waited for the right opportunity. Now was that opportunity.
I looked at my mate standing in front of me. She was perfect. Everything I wanted.
Her hair was no longer greasy but glossy and fell in full dark curls around her. Even her face seemed to glow in this dim lighting, her green eyes as pale as jade.
She seemed different.
Instead of her coming running into my arms, Astrid maintained the distance between us.
"I am not going back with you."
I was shocked.
"You would rather stay here locked up with a murderer and a terrible man than return home?"
Her eyes burned with more anger than I had ever seen in them.
"The Moonshadow pack was never my home. You and all the other pack members made it clear. Besides, are you not a terrible person as well?" Her anger was not that of an omega but a princess. "You broke our bond immediately after you found out I was your mate."
I was running out of time. I folded my hands together acting remorseful.
"I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Please give me another chance."
Astrid looked away from me.
"I can't. I can no longer trust you."
My anger grew and I could no longer pretend.
"You give me no choice. I will take you back home forcibly."
Astrid's eyes widened with fear.
"What?"
I pulled her arm and yanked her forward ignoring her struggles.
"You have been brainwashed by Alpha Jaxon."
She pushed against me.
"No, I have not. Let me go!"
I yanked her harder and she gasped in pain.
"Am I interrupting something?"
I looked to see who was interrupting. It was Alpha Jaxon.
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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.