The Alpha's Accidental Surrogate

i was supposed to jump on him immediately while screaming my lungs out in joy. My chest tightened as I watched him closely to see if he was actually just pulling my legs but unfortu

t you have to think about your life." She was right. I have think about my life but then... I might end up dead if I spend any more minutes with a werewolf. Just then the door creaked open. Beta Damon stepped inside, and trailing behind him was a file of three men which I assumed to be his lawyers. They were dressed in corporate black suit, their expression hardened and a briefcase in their hands. I recognised one of the lawyers, a middle aged man with gray hair as a famous and award winning lawyer. He had never lost a case in his fifteen years of practice. "Alpha," Damon said, bowing. He stepped closer to Ronan and said something in his ears that had him nodding. The lawyers also bowed. The doctor sprang to her feet, her eyes widening with fear as she looked at the men. Then her gaze shifted towards Ronan. "Alpha. Ronan...." Her voice was trembling. "I thought we were sorting this out." "Sorting this?" He repeated, smirking devilishly. "We ain't sorting shit. It's better you start with the abortion... then we can talk about the law suit after I know this woman isn't carrying my child." The doctor swallowed hard. Her desperate and pleading eyes fell on me. "Get on it NOW!" He growled, his silver eyes darkening with rage which send cold shivers down my spine. "Alright." She forced a smile. Her fingers hovering over the table phone as she dialed a number. "Get the theatre ready." The moment those words left her mouth, the realization hits me that this was really happening. My life would be over soon if I don't make a decision. This jerk of a man would be forcing the doctor to induce an abortion on me. I closed my eyes, breathing in and out to steady the storm swirling inside me. I bite down on my lower lips as I forced myself to say those words. "I will do it." My voice was surprisingly firm. "I will do the contract marriage or whatever." The doctor heaved in relief, giving me a grateful smile. "It's a good thing that you finally choose what's best for you," Ronan said and I didn't miss the hint of victory in his voice. "My assistant would communicate the details of the contract to you by tomorrow and be ready to move into my home." "Is that necessary? I can stay-" "It's compulsory," he cuts in sharply. "Married couples should stay