ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
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She had fought so hard to be able to bear her husband a child for years but all her efforts proved abortive and just when she thought that all her problems were finally over.
She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
But everything takes a drastic turn when she realizes the baby she is carrying doesn't belong to her husband, rather a cursed werewolf who could never have a child.
Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
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Chapter 3
Khai's Pov
I was at a council meeting when a call came through from the hospital. Since they had yet to find a suitable surrogate for me, I grew anxious every day waiting for their call.
As soon as I saw the call come in. Without hesitation, I rose to my feet and sauntered out of there without a word to the council.
"What is Doctor Benjamin?" I growled, my voice lacking any form of patience.
"Alpha......... Alpha Khai, there has been an issue"
"Speak!" I snapped.
"I don't know how to say this, we have never made such a mistake before....."
"I don't have all the time in the world to listen to you, how about you just go ahead and say what the issue is"
"One of my intern, she made a huge mistake, the thing is, I think you need to come over, this isn't something we can discuss on the phone"
Before she was done speaking, I ended the call. It was clear this was about my sperm. I grabbed my coat and stormed out of there, my beta Shark who was at the door without a question followed behind.
The ride to the hospital didn't take long, and I was glad to see that Doctor Benjamin was not attending to a patient when I arrived.
"What happened?" I asked the moment I stormed inside her office, but her side stood a young geriatric doctor who was shivering in fright.
"My intern here made a huge mistake, she had exchanged a sperm and inserted yours into one of our patients"
"Okay.... Why is that even a problem, we have been searching for a surrogate for a long, none of them has been able to accumulate my hot sperm and convert it into a pup, so why should that be a problem now"
I sigh, feeling frustrated that I had driven all the way here for nothing. In a year, more than fifty werewolves had tried to serve as a surrogate. But none of them has been able to hold the sperm, that was how severe the curse was, making it impossible to bear an heir.
"You don't understand, Alpha. Conception has occurred, she is pregnant now and carrying your hair"
I froze at a spot. Just when I was losing hope that no female werewolf would be able to carry my heir, the moon goddess finally had mercy on me.
"Where is she?"
"The real problem is that..... she is human!" Doctor Benjamin blurted but I was unable to process her words.
With the immense curse that I carried, I knew that it was going to be sheer luck for me to get a werewolf who would be able to carry my pup and mostly from an Alpha bloodline which was why I had tried all female werewolves from the Alpha bloodline but none of them could carry the pup up to the state of conception.
Humans are known to be weak, so weak that they die during delivery and now, she was carrying my pup.
"How is that possible?"
"I have no idea, Alpha. She was here earlier and I broke the news to her, she had been so desperate to have a child. Now she must think the baby belongs to her husband and I have no clue how to break such information to her"
"You are sure it's my sperm?" I asked again and she nodded her head, no matter how much I was trying to make sense of this, it wasn't making sense.
"Alpha, I think that she might want to get rid of the child if she finds out"
"Never! I am never letting that happen, place a ball to her right now!" I ordered and the doctor wasted no time in contacting the human, but no matter how many times she called, it was out of reach.
I had waited for centuries, the pup was my only hope, I couldn't wait for a call to go through, I had to go to her myself.
Without a word to the doctor, Picked up her contact information and stormed out of there. When Shark and I arrived and she wasn't there, I wasted no time and drove straight to the office listed as part of her address.
As soon as I stepped out of the car. My wolf let out a loud growl. Fighting so hard to take charge.
"My pup, I can smell it, it's truly my pup" Excitement took hold of me as I explained to Shark.
"What are we going to do when we find her, most humans know nothing about our kind, I am sure she wouldn't want to come with us or even keep the baby"
"I don't care what she wants, if I have to chain her until she delivers my pup. Then that is what I would do"
I responded, following the strong scent that was so similar to mine, I started walking inside, my beta right behind me and even though I didn't want it to draw attention to myself, clearly everyone had their gaze fixed on me.
But as I came to a halt where the scent stopped, the scene in front of me shattered my heart.
The human girl carrying my pup was on the floor, men gagged her, about to be injected with some substance I could already perceive as poison.
A man and a woman stood by the side, their hands clung together with a silly smirk that spread across their lips, it was clear that they were enjoying seeing her suffer.
"Ahhh!!!!!!" My wolf growled as the entire building trembled. As his rage skyrocketed, he didn't need to take permission and right there took his full form.
I couldn't tell why it had so much effect on my wolf seeing her in such a state, but it was clear that he could feel the bond with our Pup, a fetus we had waited for decades for.
Shark stood behind me and as they all noticed my presence, they drew backwards, none of them dared to stand as my aura consumed the entire place.
Even the shark that had stood by my side for decades couldn't stand my aura, he lowered his head, and the humans all trembled in immense fear.
But this girl, she didn't seem affected by any of it. She rose to her feet, looked me straight in the eyes, and held my gaze with an amusing expression, no one ever did, no one could look at my wolf in this state of aura, but she did and right there I was convinced that
She was special! There was something about her that I had yet to grasp.
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7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.1
For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes.
On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television.
When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her.
Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles.
His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste.
Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet.
"Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it."
Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up.
How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life?
Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs.
She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name.
Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.
7.4
Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she’d been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates.
Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she’d saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank.
Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh’s side when she faked a cough.
Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"—a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead.
The men, blind with panic for Haleigh’s minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.
8.7
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team.
"I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead.
I found out what Dante's "emergency" was from his mistress's social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat's kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats.
When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed.
This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery.
I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."
8.6
As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.
7.9
Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man.
That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible.
That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations.
"P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower.
"Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered.
Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek.
Rovano was going to mark Valerie.
It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone.
And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford.
Would Valerie's life end here?