The Alpha's Surrogate Mate

cing its way down my lungs as five sharp tips press into my neck, the

neck. She cocks her head, regarding me with a pair of unyielding gray eyes. Unfortunately for me, the full beauty of h

who jeopardized the safety of the Shore. The only person t

ot sound like a pleasant statement to me, just as this strange woman

n hair to the way she flexes her hands at her will as she raises them to grasp my biceps. It is

thought that she could see through my soul. However, despite the iciness in her eyes, they

o breathe and see clearly in the water. I am quite relieved that she let me be until I f

n my spine. I thought only her voice enthralls me, but then her accent i

y skin, and I can do nothing to stop it. "Believe me, you know what you are, but you refuse to

r and why she is threatening me with the safety of the Shore. Yet, ina

n as a force toils me in the sea and I scream. The waters are probably resolute to carry me back to the Shore or somewhere worse, but d

les me. "What's with all the screaming?" I hear Damien's pissed voice as

ouches, taking my right hand in his. "Wayne, are you okay?" I gaze

e Damien leans closer with a candlestick, which he draws close

rn as Damien withdraws the candle with a frown. I try to tug my

om literally freezing. "I am fine," I groan as I finally free myself from Luce

ginning to come together in a drastic way, and I do not have enough headspace to contain

they

muttering some seemingly offensive words as he hu

I nod, and Lucerne sees that I indeed do not want him here. I just hope that he is not hurt as

sense? I am trying my best to round this off as an outcome of my fear for the Shore, or just another dream but no matter how har

t yesterday is a few steaks of sirloin, so

night. I had in mind to get a meal from the kitchen, but with my experience just now and the calmness of the castle, I

n my spine. I rub my palms together before placing them against my cheeks to warm myself up since the candles ar

not the social type, so I usually prefer lowly places like the ranch, or something like it. Relating to this, all my cl

attention grabs a knitted, full-sleeved shirt, and I know immediately that it should do. I snake a scarf aro

mething about it, which often baffles me. It seems like it calls to me, making me feel like diving into the sky and reaching to it, and I had never lac

ose creatures ever since I read the tale of the victorious Alpha Gar, and I can tell a lot about it, b

aint once again, the ma