Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
“Why are you here!?” I shout, terrified, still wracked with the pain of labor.
“Because it is my right to be here,” he snaps, leaning down a little, holding my gaze. “You are the child of my beloved, my wife – you should have been mine, had she not been foolish enough to go choosing those mortal men to sire you. And so, while you are not biologically mine, I have what might be considered…a vested interest.”
I shake my head at him, still not understanding what the hell this has to do with my daughter’s birth.
“I would have been there at your birth,” he says, straightening up, “and your sister’s, had I known you existed. I was denied that right, and so I am here,” he shifts his gaze now to my stomach, “to witness hers.”
“Wha…” I shake my head, my mind thinking too many things at once, ” why not Rafe? Jesse?”
He shrugs. “The sons belong to their fathers. The daughters – they are the true children of the moon.”
My brow knits together at this cryptic statement, but I have no time, really to think on it because the God – he holds out a hand to me.
Instinctually, I flinch away.
He laughs.
“Your mother,” he says, shaking his head with a sigh, keeping the hand outstretched. “She taught you not to recognize me, only to fear me. But not only danger lurks in the darkness, moon daughter. Great beauty is there as well.”
I stare up at him, anger roiling in me now. “It wasn’t my mother who taught me that it was your horrible priests chasing me and Cora our whole lives trying to steal my son – ”
The Dark God tilts his head back and laughs, of all things. My frown deepens. “Those priests – ” he says, flicking his hand dismissively, “all mortal politics, Ella. The priests – I gave them power centuries ago before I lost interest. Whatever they’re doing today is their own business, not mine.”
I shake my head at him, starting to bare my teeth. “Get out of here,” I snap, “return me to my mate – ”
The God of Darkness smiles so broadly it crinkles the skin around his eyes. ” Such fire, little wolf,” he says, chuckling. “I do wish you had been mine.” He sighs and tilts his head, his calm only stoking my anger further. I open my mouth to issue further demands but he simply raises his hand again, and I feel – quite obviously under his control – the instant urge to hush.
“Enough,” he sighs. “I will return you to your home and your task in a moment. All that is left is to deliver my gift.”
“A…a gift?” I stumble over the words, horrified at the idea.
“A gift,” he continues, nodding. “For your daughter. From me.”
Ella
I go rigid at the idea of this dark god giving my daughter anything.
“No,” I gasp, attempting to push myself away from him – but I struggle to move
“Fear not, moon daughter,” he says, the corner of his lip tilting up. “I do not give curses to those who are my chosen ones – only gifts.”
And with that shadows begin to swirl in his hand. My eyes go wide as they build and build into an orb of smoke and shade.
“No!” I protest again, my voice a little breathless this time.
“Careful, girl,” he growls, taking a step closer, bending over me now. “If you anger me, I will not be so eager to bestow my gift. You would not to incur my ire for your life, instead of a blessing for hers, would you?”
I cringe away from him, not knowing what to do – not knowing which will be worse-
The God of Darkness stretches out his hand over me and the shadows begin to spill down from his fingers, surrounding me.
“A blessing,” he murmurs, “for the first granddaughter of the moon from her benefactor. Long may she live, dwelling in darkness as well as light.”
The shadows, when they touch me, are soft – gentler than I imagined they’d be, like velvet or mist. When I breathe, they flow into me through my nose and my mouth. I gasp, worried – but the smoke, it tastes faintly of…of mint, and cool mornings, and it soothes my aching throat…
I look up at the God in wonder, tilting my head at him.
“See?” he says softly. “Not all that dwells in darkness is wicked.”
And then he smiles at me – a wayward, vicious thing – and gives another short bow before
Before he disappears.
And I blink, and the world – my room – it’s real again.
“Ella?” Cora says, abruptly in front of me now, shining a light in my eyes.
“Ella!” Sinclair gasps at my side as I blink rapidly, trying to clear my thoughts. “Are you – “he spins his head to Cora, “is she all right!?”
“I’m – um I’m fine,” I murmur.
“Your eyes,” Cora says, dropping her flashlight and taking my face in her hands, studying me with horror on her features. “Ella, they went all black you were frozen in place – ”
I nod, taking a deep breath, the scent of mint still clinging to the back of my mouth. As I exhale I run my hands over my stomach and check on my bond with my daughter –
It’s still there. She’s just as strong – just as uncomfortable, ready to be born
“It’s okay,” I say, nodding to my sister, to my mate. “It – um – ” I hesitate for a moment, torn between wanting to explain and the feeling of the next contraction coming steadily on. “It was it was really weird, all right, but right now?” I shake my head at them, a little frantic, “I think we need to push.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?