Alpha's Contracted Surrogate

Today marks the third anniversary of the passing of the former Luna, Selina.

As I styled my hair in the same manner as Selina's, Angela, my six - year - old daughter, suddenly rushed towards me.

In a fit of rage, she forcefully stuck the chewed - up gum into my hair, and no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't come off.

"Today is my mother's birthday! How dare you style your hair like my mother's? This hairstyle is only for my mom!" she shrieked, her eyes blazing with anger.

Truly, she is the offspring of that man.

The gum had matted my hair into a tangled mess, and every attempt to comb it out only made my scalp sting more painfully.

I could only stare at my own disheveled reflection in the mirror, feeling utterly helpless.

My scalp had turned red from the fruitless attempts to remove the gum, and now it was constantly itchy and numb, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Angela sneered triumphantly, "Don't think that just because you married my father, you're the mistress. That Luna position will always belong to my mother! You shameless home - wrecker, I will never, ever recognize you as part of this family!"

Looking at this child, who had come from my own womb, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of weariness.

I carried her for ten months and raised her for six long years, yet her heart remained as cold as ice towards me.

"You don't have to recognize me, because I'm leaving this place, this pack, forever,"

Angela let out a cold, contemptuous snort.

"Serves you right. You'd better drop dead, right this instant."

"You're such a nuisance! Look at yourself. You deliberately styled your hair exactly like my mother's and even wore clothes similar to her style. Do you really think you can pass yourself off as my mother that easily? You're delusional! My mother is one - of - a - kind, and you'll never, ever replace her in my heart. Give up this foolish idea!"

Scenes like this had become all too familiar to me.

I straightened my back, a flash of annoyance in my eyes as I stared straight at her.

"Hey! Stop your baseless accusations. Who said I was imitating your mother? Think about it. Your mother always wore those elegant long gowns with exquisite accessories. Look at me, my style is casual and laid - back, nothing like hers. It's just a coincidence that we look somewhat alike. You look at your mother's photo every day; you know exactly what she looks like. Stop insisting that I'm copying her. There's no truth to that!"

Angela's face turned deathly pale with anger, and she stormed off.

I heaved a weary sigh and dragged my tired body back to my room, longing for a moment of peace.

Just as I was about to slip under the covers, a pungent, putrid smell assaulted my nostrils.

In horror, I flung back the covers, only to find a dead rat lying there. Its eyes were wide open, and its body was already in a state of decay, exuding a nauseating stench.

Instantly, a shiver ran down my spine, and my scalp tingled with horror. I instinctively took a step back, staggering and nearly losing my balance.

Just then, Angela burst into the room, laughing maniacally.

"Surprised? You fool! How does it feel to sleep with a dead rat? I prepared this especially for you. Isn't it so 'thoughtful'?"

"You're taking what belongs to my mother. Now you get to taste this!" she snarled viciously.

With a final look of disgust and a mocking grimace, she darted out of the room.

Suddenly, an unbearable itch spread all over my body, as if thousands of tiny ants were crawling beneath my skin.

Only then did I notice the fine hairs scattered around the dead rat.

I was severely allergic to such fur, and now, my skin erupted in large, angry red rashes.

Unable to resist, I started scratching wildly, but the more I scratched, the itchier it became. In some places, I scratched until blood trickled down, leaving angry red welts.

My breathing grew rapid and labored, my throat constricted .

Years ago, Luna Selina, the once - revered leader of our pack, found herself barren, unable to bear the heir.

In my own life, darkness loomed as my mother teetered on the brink of death, her only hope a staggering sum of money for life - saving surgery.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, I made a fateful decision to become Selina's surrogate.

The months of carrying the child were a blend of physical discomfort and emotional turmoil. But finally, I gave birth to Angela.

Tragedy struck soon after when Luna Selina succumbed to her illness, leaving the pack in mourning.

Alpha Frank, consumed by grief and haunted by memories of his lost love, yet also acknowledging that Angela was born from my body, proposed a three - year contract.

With my mother's life still hanging in the balance, I reluctantly agreed, tying myself further to this complex and often cruel world.

Fast - forward to the present, I found myself in the opulent living room of the pack house.

I turned, and my eyes fell upon Alpha Frank, seated on a massive, intricately carved sofa.

He casually cast a glance at the angry red rashes covering my body, his expression betraying no emotion as he said, "Angela was a bit too rambunctious this time. You'll get an anti - allergy shot shortly. Make sure it doesn't spoil tonight's banquet."

Despite the passing of his wife, every year on their wedding anniversary, Alpha Frank insisted on hosting a lavish affair in the pack house.

Moments after swallowing the medicine prescribed for my allergy, the servants lurking behind Alpha Frank, their eyes glinting with a mix of obedience and cruelty, roughly pushed me onto the sofa.

They held my hands and feet firmly, their grip like iron shackles.

In my moment of utter despair, two women wearing masks burst into the room.

Without uttering a word, one of them lunged forward, grabbing my arm with a vice - like grip and slamming me to the cold, stone - paved floor.

The other reached into a leather satchel and produced a vial filled with a mysterious liquid and a wickedly sharp syringe.

Before I could even process what was happening, the needle pierced my skin, plunging into my vein.

A searing pain shot through my arm. Then, they began forcefully injecting the contents of the vial into my body.

The liquid burned as it coursed through my veins.

The dosage was far beyond what was normal, and I felt as if I was being consumed by an inferno from within.

My veins seemed on the verge of bursting, and I let out a guttural scream.

As the potent medicine continued to flood my veins, my consciousness began to fray at the edges.

I teetered on the precipice of unconsciousness.

And all the while, Alpha Frank stood by, watching with cold detachment.

After what felt like an eternity, Alpha Frank loomed over me.

"Angela may be mischievous, but you should have known better than to wear your hair like Selina's on her memorial day. I've made it clear that nothing Angela dislikes shall exist in this house," he growled. Lying on the bed, my forehead beaded with sweat, my face ashen, my white nightgown was soaked through, exposing my chest partially in front of Alpha Frank.

Alpha Frank's eyes glazed over in an instant, as if he had been transported to a different realm.

"Selina..." he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

Then, without warning, he lunged forward, his lips crashing onto mine with a ferocity that took my breath away.

His kiss was desperate and wild, and I felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit my lip, drawing blood.

Before I could even begin to comprehend this unexpected assault, his gaze fixated on the red rashes dotting my skin.

In an instant, his expression contorted into one of pure revulsion, as if he had touched something vile and unclean.

With a violent shove, he pushed me away, and I toppled off the bed, landing on the cold, hard floor with a thud.

He stood above me, his eyes filled with warning. "Don't delude yourself. You will never be Selina," he sneered.