ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
BLURB
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 5
Daisy's pov
I slowly unfurl my eyes to the bright light and I he throbbing pain from my head. My eyes glanced at my environment, trying to process where I was, but nothing was making any sense to me.
As I remained calm for a few minutes, everything was slowly starting to make sense to me, every incident that took place before I blanked out.
"Fuck!" I jerked to my feet. Realizing that I was still in the hands of the monster and had no clue what he intended to do with me.
I rushed to the window. Trying to figure out a way to sneak out of here without being detected, but just then, the door swung open and the monster from my memory stepped in accompanied by a familiar figure.
"Looks like you are awake, did you get a good sleep?" He had a smirk on his lip, like he had not abducted me and was obviously going to take my life.
"Doctor Benjamin, were you also abducted?" I narrowed my eyes, and a confused expression swept through while I tried to make sense of the scene before me.
But Doctor Benjamin didn't seem like someone who had been abducted. Instead, he looked so calm as he walked towards me.
"Calm down Ms. Benneth, this man here isn't going to hurt you, I just need you to calm down and listen to everything that I am going to say.
"Calm down? You are only saying that because you don't know what this man is, he is a monster"
"I know and trust me, what you thought you saw, I have seen it a million times"
"What?" I stood frozen at a spot, my gaze darting from Doctor Benjamin to the man.
"First I am going to need you to sit down, then I will explain everything to you, I promise no one is going to hurt you"
His tone was soft, this was the same man who had helped me for two years until I was finally able to get pregnant even though my husband was now worse than the monster in front of me.
I slowly walked to the bed and sat down, but I was still cautious, if the man I was married to for two years could betray me like that, I had no clue what a man who could shift into an animal could do.
"This is Mr Khai, but his title is an Alpha, he is Alpha Khai and he leads a very very powerful werewolf pack"
He stressed the 'powerful' as he needed me to understand its true meaning.
"A werewolf, as in the fictional werewolf?" I gave out a small laugh, my gaze trailed down to Khai who was seated at the side with a blank expression on his face.
"Yes and trust me Ms. Benneth, they are both fiction, they exist and he you have seen with your own eyes"
I bit my lower lip, no matter how much I wanted to deny that this wasn't happening, I had seen his transformation from a werewolf into a human, there was no other explanation for that.
"Even though he is a werewolf, I still don't get why he showed up at the Benneth corporation and what he wants from me"
This time, doctor Benjamin swallowed his spit like this was the hardest part.
"You see, we were supposed to use your husband's sperm for the implant just like we discussed. But my nurse had made some foolish mistakes, exchanging the sperm with that of Alpha Khai here"
"Exchange it with what?" I was already getting the hint of what he meant, but my heart was racing rapidly, and my brain could not comprehend what was going on even if I was fighting to.
"Ms Benneth, you are carrying the Alpha child and not your husband!" He didn't bother to sugarcoat the response.
I blinked twice just to be certain that I wasn't dreaming. I was carrying my child and the father was a werewolf"
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know miss. And to be sincere it's surprising that you are still carrying the fetus which should have been impossible but right now. You need to stay here so you can be monitored"
He explained but I couldn't tell from which part I stopped listening, my brain couldn't process anything.
I hated the fact that I was carrying Finn's child and I would have to wake up everyday realizing this child belongs to the man who betrayed me.
But this, I couldn't even process it. None of it made any sense to me.
"Ma. I will leave you to speak to the Alpha" The patted my shoulder, understanding that I was still staring blankly at space, he stepped out of there.
NoIwaIaI wast with Khai who walked closer to me and sat down.
"I know this is a lot for you to take, but trust me. I am as surprised as you are and have no clue how that can even happen.
"Now that you are aware of everything, I am not going to beat around the bush. The thing is I am not sure if you can carry this baby to full term, but if you do, I will stand by you all through the process, help you get revenge for your husband and get a divorce from him."
He stared into my eyes as he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the next words he was going to say.
"But once the baby is born, I will take the baby away, pay you off and you can go to any country of your choice to start up your life"
I felt a sharp pain at the words, he was going to take my child away from me.
"I don't find it hard for you, but you can't take care of this baby on your own, the baby will carry alpha blood and it's nothing like you've ever seen before, not to mention, you were brutally hurt by your husband, you deserve revenge!"
He was right about just one thing, I badly wanted to make Finn pay for all he did and even though I had no clue yet how I was going to do it, it was certain that I wouldn't stop until I made him feel every hint of pain he caused me.
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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?