The Alpha's Surrogate
We broke up years ago. Now I’m supposed to carry his baby as his surrogate.
The Alpha wants a baby. I desperately need money to pay my mom’s debts. So we make a deal.
Our deal didn’t include me living with him, but he forces me to, “for my own protection”.
The more my belly grows, the more protective he gets. And lines are blurring awfully fast.
The surrogacy agency said that any personal relationships between us are forbidden.
But he doesn’t seem to care at all.
He’s used to doing as he pleases, and getting what he wants.
I fight it, but he just hauls me over his shoulder and doesn’t take no for an answer.
I thought I’d forgotten what he felt like, but it’s all coming back to me.
I try to bury the lava of feelings before he breaks the walls that I’ve put up.
I try to escape the way he’s exposing the most vulnerable parts of me with his bare hands.
But my hands and legs are tied, and I desperately want him to free me.
Can we be a little family this time around?
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