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#Chapter 62 - Losing Control: Ansel
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Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 63: The Rejection - Karin
“Er - hang on.”Maggie and I are standing outside in a muddy lawn, where we’ve been for - what seems like - hours, trying to train without Ada’s help.Maggie freezes while she seems to be syncing with someone.The sky is so overcast we never do see the sun. My feet are soaked and cold, and I’m brimming with anger at Ada, who I’ve finally started screaming at, but she won’t budge. The only good of it is, there’s more life in her now - I can feel that on a visceral level - but she’s stubborn as a mule and wants to spite me.“Karin, I think we’d better head back.”“Thank the goddess,” I sigh. “Sorry, Maggie,” I add.She shakes her head. “It’s okay. You’ve been working really hard. The thing is,” she says. “I just synced with Henry. He’s worried about Sir Ansel.”My heart begins to quicken. “What’s wrong?”“He’s pretty sick, it seems.”I have that sinking feeling again.We go inside. Maggie says she’s going to call for Doc. I shower quickly and change clothes. Shortly after, the door open
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 64 - Yin and Yang: Karin
When we wake up, it’s me, instead of Ada, pressed tightly to Ansel, but I feel Ada more than ever. Just as with Jeff, she doesn’t have to speak. It’s a knowingness, a heightened sense of the two of us that is linked in a new way.Ansel begins to rouse around noon, I scurry over from the table near the window where I’ve been trying to brainstorm plans for a dance class.“Hi,” I say, leaning close. His breathing is still shallow and his face is pale.He tries to sit up.“Here, let me help you,” I say.“I’m fine,” he says with a growl.I ignore his foul mood and call for someone to bring him lunch. They bring in a tray of food, but he pushes it away.“I can’t eat this,” he says.“At least drink something,” I say, handing him a glass of juice.Thankfully, Ansel drinks it. I try to help him get up to make his way into the bathroom, but he won’t let me.“I don’t need any help,” Karin. His eyes are clouded with anger.He wobbles for a moment, but then he’s able to take some weakened steps.A
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 65 - Stepping Out
“Karin.”I spin around to see Ansel, still pale and sickly-looking, treading slowly after me. It’s late morning and he was well enough to come down to breakfast - and ignore me through it - but I’m shocked to see him walking around outside in his condition.“Suddenly, you can speak?” I cross my arms as he approaches me.He narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t know why I’m bothering, frankly.”“I don’t know why you are, either.” I shrug my shoulders and start to turn back around.“Wait,” he says. “Fine.”I purse my lips and stare at him in my best, ‘I’m waiting,’ expression.“I’ve been informed that you’re - “ He stops to cough. “That you’re going into town today.”“Is that okay, or am I a prisoner again?”“You’re not a prisoner,” he says. “But I want Maggie to go with you.”“I know all about your little arrangement with Maggie,” I say. “And Maggie’s a wonderful friend, but I already told her I want to go by myself.”“Why?” He peers at me with a laser focus.‘To spite you,’ I want to say.
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 66 - Fated
Ansel groaned. The groan turned into a coughing fit.He was propped up in his office chair, already miserable, when Henry delivered the news that half of the pack’s children were now expected to arrive tomorrow for Karin’s dance class.Ansel’s breathing was still ragged, even without a coughing jag. It took him a minute to speak again.“Obviously, we have to call this off,” Ansel said, his voice hoarse.“The gamma I spoke with said the news is all over the pack, and there’s a great deal of excitement that the children are being invited to tour your manor - ““Tour the manor,” Ansel shouted.Henry nodded.“Did she promise them ice cream, too? College scholarships?” Ansel threw his head back. “I’m going to kill her.”“Look, I don’t know what was originally said, but I get the feeling a lot of this has grown as it’s spread through the grapevine.” Henry sat down in the chair across from Ansel’s desk.“The staff may - okay - they will - hate us for all the last-minute work that’s about to
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 67 - Fall from Grace
When he returned, Doc tried to talk to him about his health. Ansel refused and left.As if to prove Doc wrong, he went out to train. Henry had gathered up the gammas to go over security for the tour and class. Ansel weighed in strategically, and when their meeting wrapped up, he led a training session, sparring with several of the gammas.By the time Ansel was done, he felt almost as sick as he did before. He cursed himself for ruining his own progress and wearily changed into one of his suits.“You ready,” Henry said, knocking on his door.Ansel opened it.“Are you okay,” Henry asked, his eyes wide.“I just overdid it a little,” Ansel said.“Maybe we should cancel this. They’ll book you again.”“We’re not canceling,” Ansel barked. “I’m not pulling out at the last second.” No way was he going to let illness get in the way. Not now, and not ever again. He wasn’t going to relive the past.He dragged himself into his office for a video call with news anchor, Beta Jack Myers. They were do
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 68 - Wet Dream
“Where’s the newspaper?”I’m eating breakfast downstairs. Or trying to, anyway. I can barely stomach it. Ansel’s rage-a-holic behavior has everyone jumpy.“Um, I’m not sure, sir.”I watch as Charles edges the paper further behind his back. The rest of the staff has gone silent.Ansel whips forward and yanks for the paper Charles is clutching, jerking him almost off balance.“Hey,” I shout, standing up. Charles is trembling. I rush to check on him, feeling sick inside.“Stay out of it,” Ansel warns, his eyes a menacing yellow.Even Ada pulses with fury. My fingers become sharpened claws, and she’s ready to make a move, but Ansel’s staring at the newspaper in shock. I turn to Charles and hug him tightly.“I’m okay,” he whispers.I’m not okay.Charles and the rest of the servants leave. Ansel’s sitting down, seemingly oblivious to me. I watch him as he reads. His face takes on a defeated, crushed expression. He puts the paper down and walks out. I get up to look at it.Prince Ansel: Fit
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 69 - The Intruder
Neither Ada nor I recognize his smell. In a second’s passing, I’ve tagged Ada in. She growls and launches herself at the man, sending him tumbling onto his back. She’s standing on his chest and then she freezes.“It’s me! Karin, it’s me.”Ethan.I shift back, shaking my head, pulling my body off of his.He stands and pulls a hand through his tousled hair, and then smooths the clothes I’ve helped dishevel.“Ethan,” I say. “What in heaven’s name?” Then I say the second thing that’s bothering me - and Ada. “You don’t smell right.”Ethan pulls a sachet of dried twigs out of his pocket. “Little gift from a witchdoctor who owes me. It’s a disguise.”Ethan swallows and then he rushes towards me. “Karin, I’ve been worried about you. Especially after everything that’s come out in the news, but even before. Prince Ansel severed our connection. I haven’t been able to check on you.”He puts his arms on my shoulders. “I shouldn’t have given you the ring. I’m well-aware of his reputation. I knew he
Alpha's Surrogate Wife #Chapter 70: Tell me
“Tell me how that makes you feel.”Ansel folded his arms across his chest. “Very funny. Which part, Aron? The part where I almost strangled Edwin to death? Where I lost all of my father’s support? Coughed up a lung on live television? Or threatened to maim multiple journalists?”“Yes, yes, yes, and yes.” Aron kicked his feet up onto his desk.“I’m going to need more than our hour together, then.”“Try me,” Aron said, putting his arms behind his head.“Okay.” Ansel sighed. He counted them out with his fingers. “Edwin - not sorry. My father - not sorry. The reporters - I also don’t give a shit.”“And the TV interview?”Ansel paused. “Humiliated. Beyond humiliated.”“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,” Aron said. He looked down to scribble a note.Ansel leaned away to cough into his shoulder. Then he covered his face in his hands and groaned, exasperated.“You’re not going to get me sick, are you?” Aron eyed him suspiciously.“No,” Ansel said. “It’s my own fucked up lungs and immune syst
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