Chapter 5 A Surrogate

Subconsciously, my body revolted. As far as I know, even if the slaves had borne the children of Alpha, they would not have had the right of inheritance, for the illegitimate children were born with the blood of the slaves, and were destined to be neglected. Some pack leaderseven forced slaves to take pills to prevent pregnancy before mating with their masters, in order to prevent them from becoming pregnant.

The children of the slave stock were as humble as their mothers, but Devon asked me to be his surrogate. I could not understand what he was asking, considering that a superior Alpha male like him would have a million women undressing him with just a snap of his fingers. He could have mated with any female.

"Why me?"

When I looked up at him, he was looking right back at me. There was a power in his eyes that seemed to read minds at a glance.

"Because you're not like other women." His tone softened, "I've tried and failed to get other women to be my surrogates, and the doctor told me my sperm wouldn't even bind to those women's eggs."

"Didn't the doctor tell you why?" I asked quietly.

"The doctor told me my vitals were normal." he said seriously. "The medical reports from the surrogates I've been looking for came back clean. There was a medical issue that the doctor couldn't explain, but he suggested that it might be best to mate with a super-fertile female, which might work, and that the most fertile pack in the entire pack was Crescent Pack."

I, on the other hand, was the only werewolf alive in the Crescent Pack. That's why he chose me.

"But you already have a son." I said,

"Jim?" He sneered, "Although he calls me father, he is the child of my wife and her ex-husband. Jim has no part of me. I need a child of my own to inherit my pack."

He needs a woman who is healthy and fertile. No, what he may need is a womb, a vessel for his seed to grow in.

I feel sad, I do not want to be a vessel, I do not want my womb to be used.

"But children born to slaves have no inheritance." I thought the kindly reminder would change his mind, but he was adamant.

"That's not something you should think about." He said a little impatiently, "You ask too many questions, girl."

"I'm sorry, Master." I said, sensing that he was growing uneasy, and I thought I would try to keep my remarks to a minimum.

"If you succeed in giving birth to my child, I will not only release you from slavery,but also set you free." His words were full of temptation, "So you want to make a deal with me?"

The thought of my body being used as a breeding tool filled me with shame and defiance. But if I did not comply,, what was the point? I was but a slave, and Alpha Devon held the power to determine my fate.

He chose me only because I was the last of the werewolves of the Crescent Pack. His words made me think of my father, who told me on his deathbed that the Crescent Pack had been framed. Our Alpha had not rebelled, and our men were innocent.

It is only when I am free that I can discover the truth for my father!

It was a chance for me to be free as long as I was pregnant and had a baby. But what if I failed to conceive? Would he punish me?

"You have three seconds to think." He said and raised a finger, "One, two."

"Yes.." When he counted to three, I quickly agreed, "I do."

"Very good." He gave me a satisfied smile and slowly moved towards me, his hot, wine-scented breath tickling my face.

"I don't want too many people to know what we just talked about." His hand pressed gently against my chest as I gasped for air., "Can you keep this a secret, girl?"

"I... I think..." I swallowed, his intense eyes fixed on mine, their captivating gaze ready to ensnare me.

"Answer me." The commanding tone of his voice overwhelmed me..

"Yes.." I felt my breath catch, "I'll keep this a secret."

"Keep in mind ." he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, "It's our secret."

One of his fingers hooked into the gap between the buttons of my shirt, and then his fingers traced a gentle circle between my breasts, and for an instant I felt as if my body were being electrocuted and every cell in my body was pulsing with electricity.

"Is it now?" Is he trying to impregnate me now? Oh, my God. But I was not ready for that.

"I'll have you, but not now." With one hand, he unbuttoned my shirt, one, two, three, until my white bra appeared in the middle.

I bit my bottom lip nervously. What the hell was he going to do?

"The doctor also mentioned that surrogates are more likely to conceive if they're virgins." His lips graze my earlobe, "Tell me, are you a virgin?"

My hands gripped the sofa tightly, the first time I had ever been this close to a member of the opposite sex. I felt nervous and flustered, and my heart rate increased. His hand crept up my shirt, and I felt my stomach tighten, unable to speak.

"Tell me."he demanded.

"Yes," my voice barely audible, like a mosquito's.

"If I find out you're lying, I'll punish you." His tall body pressed against mine, forcing me to lean my head on the arm of the couch. He looked down at me with predatory eyes.

"I swear, I'm telling the truth." I turned my head away from him.

"Maybe I should check if you're lying." He stared at me, then ran his other hand down my lower abdomen.

As his hand closed between my legs, I instinctively tightened mine. His hand lingered on the lower end of my lower abdomen.

"Please, don't." I was on the point of tears.

He looked at me calmly for a few seconds, then brushed the tears from my eyes with his fingers, his movements gentle but devoid of emotion.

"Remember, you can never say no to your master." He said.

"Yes, Master." I choked out.

"I will give you the chance to be free, and you should take it." He continued, "Next time, when I really need you, I want you to behave."

How should I behave? I was confused, but could only nod in agreement.

"Look at you." He pulled his body away from mine, "You're a virgin."

I stared at him in bewilderment. Was this his way of testing me?

"You need to be taught." He stood up still looking down at me, "I've never seen a girl react so clumsily."

I've never seen Alpha as bad as you are. But I swallowed the words lodged in my throat, convinced that uttering them would only invite his wrath..

"It's too late, you should rest." "You can sleep here tonight," he said while picking up his coat from beside the couch.

The door closed, and his figure disappeared into the room. That was my only relief. I scrambled to my feet and locked the door.

When I finally got into bed, I stared at the ceiling chandelier and contemplated.

Surrogate. From now on, I am Alpha Devon's secret surrogate. I would grant myself the freedom to try and conceive his child. But how do I keep it from everybody?