Accidental Surrogate For The Alpha King

♥︎Davina's POV♥︎

My head pounds like I have a toothache in my head and my whole body feels like a truck ran over me. It had all been a hollow-filled darkness till my eyes flickered open. At first, I met with a blurry sight and the lights were blinding me as I blinked repeatedly to slowly adjust my eyes to my environment.

The ceiling was white, the walls white, a monitor was beeping next to me, the whole room smelled like antiseptic and when I cascaded my glance downwards, I realized I was in a blue hospital gown. What the hell happened to me? I tried to rub my forehead but was restricted due to the drip passed into my bloodstream. The sound of babies crying caught my attention. There were baby cribs next to mine and like I had just found the missing puzzle in the haze of my memory loss, it came all right back.

"You have brought shame and disgrace upon this family." My father, Andrew Gregory had yelled at me nine months ago as tears flowed down my face while I flinched from the harshness of his tone.

"Who would stoop so low to impregnate you lowly life? You have been betrothed to the Alpha's son, what do I tell the Alpha now? And what would the pack members say about this?" My father's face contorted in rage, veins pulsating on his forehead. My stepmother on the other hand clutched her apron tightly and her lips pressed into a thin disappointed smirk.

"I think you should wait for her to give birth before marrying her off to Magnus Kane. We can put the bastard child up for adoption." Emily, my stepsister who has never turned down a chance to bully me twirled her hair around her fingers.

"She should live with the Alpha for now so she can have a change of heart and accept him as her husband in the future." Arthur, my stepbrother and the architect of my problems mentioned thoughtfully.

Fucking bastard! It was the nerve of him to sit right there and offer stupid suggestions like he didn't bring this upon me by gambling my life away.

"I don't know, Father, I have never kissed a boy, talk more of being intimate. Never have I ever had sex. Nobody likes me in the pack and the boys would rather admire a vegetable than look at me." My voice broke, tears streaming down my cheeks while I sniffled.

"Shut up! You slutty little pig." My stepmother came forward and pulled my ear while I cried out in pain. "I know you took after your mother, shameless girl," she yelled even further before releasing my ear that had turned red. It had a print of her thumb on it.

"That's enough, Anastasia!" Father growled. "I would not stand to listen to any more of this. All I want to know is who is responsible for Davina's pregnancy." He pressed further while I bit my trembling lips.

I stood there clutching the edge of my worn-out dress, feeling I was being cornered by a set of predators ready to feast on me. "I don't know, and I swear by the moon goddess. I have never slept with a boy, why can't you believe me?" I trembled from the accusations fired at me in the living room.

I was just as clueless as everyone else in the pack. I had no idea how on Earth I got pregnant.

Father scoffed in disbelief and my stepmother let out a loud hiss. "You will be married off to Magnus Kane and that's the end of this."

His words sounded fresh in my mind as they echoed somewhere in my head. I had no idea how a nineteen-year-old plus-size with the greatest insecurities ever got pregnant without a mate, a boyfriend, or a man but it doesn't change the fact that I just put to bed.

Do I hate the ultra-scan for lying to me about my pregnancy? Absolutely yes, but looking at my bundle of joys wrapped securely together in their tiny little bed made my heart swell. Apparently, I had just given birth to twins. A bouncing baby boy and a beautiful baby girl. It feels like a new beginning for me. A new chapter in my life and I must protect them with my life even though my family does not approve of them.

The door to the clinic was yanked open forcefully and there stood my father and stepbrother. I swallowed painfully as their gaze hardened but I had hoped that the sight of the pink little children would soften their hearts a little.

"Oh, poor sister, I heard you lost a ton of blood." Arthur took the first step in and he patted my jet-black hair which was all fuzzy and made me look like a witch from Azkaban.

"I'm just happy that they are alive despite all odds." I bit my lower lip, and my eyes were glazed with tears of joy.

"Have you thought of what to name them?" Father spoke for the first time in an authoritative baritone, and it sent shivers down my already sensitive spine.

"Clara and George," I answered.

"Good! That makes the adoption process faster." Father grabbed George and the baby started wailing.

"What?!" my eyes mirrored the size of a saucepan. "No!" I screamed and struggled to stand up, but Arthur pinned my already weak body down.

"Arthur, do something, please?!" I begged as tears rolled down my cheeks. My migraine had gone even worse, and I felt my whole body heating up as my temperature arose.

"I'm sorry, Piggy, it needs to be done." Arthur scoffed and watched Father turn his back on us.

"If you take a step out of this room with my baby, I swear by the moon goddess that I will hunt you and kill you myself." mucus was beginning to come out of my pink swollen nose.

Father let out a chuckle at first and it startled Clara that she started crying too. His small chuckle grew into a full-blown evil laughter.

"That's ironic considering the first thing you did when you got into this world was kill your mother." He turned in full force to face me and I could see the hatred in his eyes.

"She died during childbirth!" I yelled back as my heart shattered into a million pieces.

"She died bringing you worthless fool into the world!" Father punched the wall angrily. His lips were twitching. "You killed my mate and since then, nothing has mattered afterward."

"It's bad enough that I have never celebrated a birthday, not once in my life because you made my birthdays her day of remembrance, making me feel bad all the time. How long are you going to keep hating me?"

"Uhm! What about my mother? You remarried her." Arthur raised his hand briefly.

"Shut up!!" Father and I yelled at him in unison before our eyes met each other again.

"What do you think she will say to you for selling your grandson?" I cocked my head to a side.

"I did what was necessary for the family and for the pack. We have an alliance with the Alpha of the crescent moon pack and the earlier we get rid of the bastard children you sprouted, the better, it's a miracle they didn't kill you like you killed your mother." Father spat at me before furiously making his way to the door and slamming it hard.

Only then did Arthur release me and heaved a sigh. "Father threatened to disown me, sorry, piggy."

"You fucking bastard." My wolf growled from within as I slapped him hard across the face.

"He was going to have my head if I didn't help out." He clutched his face and took several steps backward as I advanced menacingly.

"You should have thought of the consequences of that before obeying blindly." I pounced on him, beating the hell out of him, scratching his face, and leaving him half-dead on the floor.

Then I turned to the baby colt and saw the most innocent angelic look ever. My wolf swore at me to grab the pups and move on, so I didn't bother dwelling too much.

I stripped Arthur of his jeans and top and changed into his outfit, leaving him shamelessly semi-nude on the floor before grabbing Clara and breaking into a sprint out of the hospital.

I dare not turn back and I shall not stop till I'm far away from the Crescent Moon Pack. The beginning of my doom but they should fear my return for I will wreak havoc finding my beautiful George.

With these thoughts in my head, I ran into the night with a crying pup in my arms. The weather was a bit cold as I held her to my chest even tighter, hoping my body contact would keep her warm enough.

The dead brown decomposing leaves rose in swirls and fell to the soil weightlessly like that of a feather. I guess the cold misty weather did that to the forest. As we ventured into the thick, abundant forest, I could feel my heart pounding ferociously at what I was about to do-- but I can't afford to back down now. Running from my pack would make me a rogue wolf to other packs, yet I can't lay still while Andrew comes for Clara to sell her again while he marries me off to the stupid bully of an Alpha son all because of a magical ring.

The forest is eerie quiet, but I knew this was the only place to find her. Renee is my long-time best friend who owes me and now I have come to collect my debt in the form of shelter, food, and a hiding place for my child till I find my footing.

As my footsteps approached, crunching the twigs and fallen leaves, my instinct told me someone was watching quietly as I picked up a scent. The familiar scent of a wet dog.

I crouched, bending my legs and ankle behind a tree to steady my balance, and clamped Clara's mouth with another hand while I scanned the forest. The scent I picked earlier was gone and just as I was about to stand up, a net was thrown over me and there was a pack of wolves howling and surrounding me and Clara with bloodthirst in their eyes. It was at this moment I realized I had just crossed into another territory so I sent a prayer or two to the moon goddess, hoping she at least spared Clara's life if today would be my last day on Earth.

♥︎Davina's POV♥︎

My eyes fluttered awake as I found myself locked up in an ancient dungeon plunged into darkness. Its weathered stone walls are adorned with mystical runes that pulse with faint energy. A thick layer of dust blankets the ground, and the air is heavy with an otherworldly mustiness. The only light emanates from the torches lining the corridor ahead, casting long shadows that seem to dance with a life of their own.

I reached for the rusty iron bar that barricaded me in the smelly little cell and shook it several times. I tried to call for help but my throat was so raspy and dry that I could only let out a cough which made my throat hurt the more.

"Please help me, is somebody there? I need water." I hollered as I continuously shook the cell gate.

"You should save your breath, child." A frail voice cautioned from behind and it startled me. I didn't know the cell housed someone else with me. There was a small window up that made sunlight streak into the dark cell.

I turned around to face a wrinkly old lady who was curled into a small ball in the darkness and the in-depth part of the cell. She was so lean that her bones were pretty obvious and it looked like her skin was melting off like candle wax.

I swallowed. "What is going on here and who are you?" I raised my voice even louder but met with silence.

"Will I ever get out of here?" I tried again but she didn't respond.

She let out a dry wry chuckle. "It's been my tenth year in this cell. Do the maths yourself."

I resumed back to banging the cell gate. "Please where is my daughter? Clara?!" I sobbed and leaned my back on the bar before slowly sliding down and becoming a sobbing mess as I cried my eyes out. All I wanted was freedom to take care of my pups and live healthily. Perhaps if Father had taken her, she wouldn't have had to suffer this way. I blamed myself as I worried for the safety of my one-day-old child. She didn't deserve to be starved of food and motherly affection.

Nine months ago, after Father, Andrew Gregory made the verdict that I was going to marry the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, Magnus Kane, despite being pregnant, that was when my misfortune started. Father owed a lot of money, and I was his ticket to becoming debt-free. I was tasked with saving the prestige of a family that had loathed me since I was born. I thought perhaps, moving in with Magnus would make my life better but little did I know that was going to be the subscription to my worst nightmare.

"What stinks so bad? Have you had a bath today?" A drunk Magnus had sauntered into the chamber we shared with two whores hanging on both sides of his shoulders as they giggled.

"Yes, I have, you should try getting one too, it's probably what you are perceiving." I had replied politely but the whores gasped and instantly detached from a furious-looking Magnus.

Magnus narrowed his eyes at me and made a beeline towards me before grabbing a fistful of my hair. "How dare you slutty pig insult me?" He had yelled into my ears with so much venom that made me flinch. The hatred in his eyes was so obvious.

We were never compatible. I had no idea why the moon goddess had made us mate, to begin with. I was sure Magnus would have rejected me at the spot he found out had his father not insisted on our union so instead he transferred his aggression on me.

Magnus stood at a confident 5'8 with a strong athletic build. His muscles were well defined, his short black haircut framing his slightly irritated face. He had green eyes that reminded me of emeralds if he wasn't so wicked to me.

"Magnus, you are hurting me." I sniffled as bile rose in my throat. I had the sudden urge to throw up. It was my pregnancy hormones messing with me. I suffered from loss of appetite, and I threw up a whole lot.

"Please," I added when he wouldn't budge.

"You are lucky my father fancies you." He had pushed my head with his index finger. "Left to me, I would have had you whipped to death a long time ago, you stinking fool."

"Ma-gnus." I stuttered as I tried to hold it in. My stomach upset was getting worse, and my eyes widened in discomfort.

"I repeat for the last time, who is the owner of the bastard in your stomach?" He stabbed his finger in my chest repeatedly as he probed me and that was his undoing.

Before the blink of an eye, I had emptied my stomach on his face and clothes before letting out a sigh of relief. The whores gasped in unison and that was when I realized that Magnus was covered in vomit. He stood there with fists balled in anger as the slimy contents slid down to the floor. His eyes were bloodshot veins were throbbing in his neck.

"Oh my God, I am so-" I tried to apologize when Magnus interrupted me by shoving me violently to the wall and I fell with my head hitting the wall and my back landing on the floor.

I remember screaming in pain and begging for help as blood trailed down my legs and stained the tiles. I thought I lost my pregnancy, so I lay there crying for help.

"Nobody will help you in the palace because I have ordered them not to." Magnus bent a little to my level. His green orbs held no sympathy for me as his black hair fell to cover a side of his face like a mini bang.

"When you are done pretending to be hurt, you will come to my chamber and get my bedsheets washed thoroughly because now, I'm about to go have a nice time." He spat in my face and kicked my thighs before beckoning on the whores to follow him to his chamber.

"Someone is coming." The old woman in the cell muttered and just like that I shoved my thoughts aside to focus on what would happen next to me.

I could hear some heavy footsteps and the jiggling of keys, and I felt hope simmer in my heart. Maybe I could finally get a stale bread to eat or something to curb my churning hunger and like my stomach could read my thoughts, it led out a loud rubble.

"Please give me water." The other prisoners from the other cells begged who looked like the prison guard but he turned a deaf ear to everyone and did not stop until he got to the front of the cell, I was locked in.

"You!" He pointed at me. "Your presence is being requested." He slid the key into the lock and began to unlock the cell.

I swallowed nervously and stood up while dusting the back of my clothes. "By whom?" I asked timidly.

He opened the cell gate and yanked me out by grabbing my arm, he clasped my hands with a handcuff and My legs fumbled to walk like I was a toddler learning how to take my first step. I had no idea I was that weak.

"Try not to say a word unless you are asked a question, Child." The old woman yelled as I was dragged away. "I have heard that the Alpha King has quite the temper."

I felt a sudden shiver run down my spine at the warnings I got. Goosebumps rose in my body. In my pack, my Alpha was a monster who made my life a living hell. I have heard Alphas are dangerous so having to stand before one not only made me nervous, but it also scared the shit out of me.

I was dragged through a dark stair and slowly, the natural light began to illuminate the environment. I was dragged through a series of doors before I found myself in the throne room and only after that was my handcuffs taken off.

There were palace guards littered around, some nobles I suppose because their robes and silk screamed of gold. They sat around a large table and on the throne, sat a man whom I presumed to be the Alpha King.

"What is your name and what were you doing, invading into my territory." His baritone was thick and scary.

"I'm Davina Gregory, I am looking for a safe passage to the next pack. I have a friend who has been waiting for me since last night." My chest rose and fell with rapid breath as I massaged my wrists.

"Why were you traveling with a new pup that late at night? Did you steal her?" One of the nobles queried me.

"The pup is mine, my father wants to put her up for adoption so I can be fully committed to the Alpha of my pack so I ran to save us both." I bowed my head down, hoping they believed me.

A lady dressed in a ragged dress rushed in abruptly and whispered something to the Alpha king's ear which made him rise from his seat abruptly.

"Bring him in." He had ordered while the nobles looked confused. "Everybody out!" He yelled at the nobles who immediately stood up and rushed out of the throne room.

A baby was brought in, wrapped in a shawl and the lady was trying so hard to stop the baby from crying. The baby looked like it was convulsing and struggling with breathing.

"Call the palace physician immediately." The Alpha king ordered but I felt there was something that could be done to stabilize the child for now so without thinking twice, I approached the lady and collected the pup.

I patted the child on the back several times and the cries stopped. And positioned him to the side to help with his breathing and slowly, the baby was restored to normal.

The Alpha was standing right before me all the time, but I didn't notice because I was too focused on the child. The child was all red but stable for now.

"When the palace physician arrives, make sure to check the baby's heart." I bowed my head a little as I handed the child back.

"That was impressive, thank you, Davina." The Alpha King stood towering over me. He had the most gorgeous brown orbs that reminded me of my favorite black coffee, and he had a clean haircut of brown mane. He smelled exotic like an Arabian cologne and overall, he looked as powerful and dominating as a Greek god.

"My pleasure, your highness." I bowed my head again.

"Welcome to the Black Moon pack, now that you have proven yourself, would you like to live in the palace and act as the nanny to my pup?"

"It seems like the child likes you, he didn't stop crying ever since he was brought to the palace last night." The maid had a small smile on her face.

"Is my pup alright? Can I see her at least?" My hands dangled at my side as my heart skipped a beat.

"Absolutely, we don't harm children in my pack." The Alpha spoke again. "I'm Antonio Wells."

"Thanks for the warm hospitality, I would like to take your offer, sir Antonio." I knelt and bowed my head to him while I felt relief flood through my intestine at the prospect of securing a new home for Clara and me and a job to take good care of us. I'd be crazy to reject such a benevolent offer.

♥︎Antonio's POV♥︎

It's been eight hours since I employed Davina as my personal maid and the nanny to my adopted child yet for some reason, I have not been able to take my mind off her. My wolf has been restless since our first encounter in the courtroom.

Davina wasn't my usual go-to girl even for a fling or a quick nightstand. She fell somewhere around being overly chubby and could be called a plus-sized. Her skin didn't look great. She had freckles all over her cheeks and stretch marks on her flabby arms. She didn't smell particularly great either. Perhaps it's because she has yet to take a bath in days ever since she escaped her pack. The thought of her having a selfish father who only cares about marrying her off to clear his debt reminded me of my mother who is like a sore topic to me.

My mother was having an affair with my father's Beta. Apparently, she claimed the Beta was her mate and the affair had been going on for a very long time till she got pregnant and planned to elope with father's best friend. She was caught and although Father executed his Beta immediately, he chose to break Mother bit by bit and right now, she is rusting somewhere in the dungeon for being a whore.

Father died some years back during a war with some rogue pack and since then, I have been handling things as Alpha King. It was easy when I had my mate, Erica with me but since her death, life hasn't made so much sense lately. I have a complicated relationship with my mother and honestly speaking, I haven't forgiven her yet so I can't bring myself to face her again by releasing her from the prison cell. So when it comes to relating to coming from a slightly dysfunctional family, count me in. I could relate to her problems.

Davina had a beautiful jet-black curly hair that cascaded down her lower back. She had long eyelashes and gorgeous dark orbs. She was blessed with attractive facial features as she is overly cute, but what exactly was special about this stranger I knew nothing about that drew me to her? The moment she saved my kid, I realized I wanted her close to me so I immediately offered her the job to keep her around me while I investigated her background and checked if her story matched.

A loud knock at the door startled me and I urged the person in. It was my Beta and best friend, Peter.

"This Davina is bad news, I swear." He jumped on the couch tiredly and stretched a little.

I immediately leaned forward with my brows furrowed. "What are you talking about, Peter?"

"Her poster is everywhere. She has been declared wanted by the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack." He yawned. "Words on the street is that she is a criminal that stole a child and ran away. They said she is a little cray cray upstairs too." He pointed his index finger to his head and twisted it.

"Davina doesn't look like she is crazy." My voice rose an octave as I defended her. I felt slightly offended and I had no idea why.

"It's not written on the forehead, friend." He tapped my shoulder and stood up. "She might have an innocent face but if we keep her for long, there will be a war on our hands because the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack would demand for her."

My nostrils flared in anger. "Then I will be ready. I'm the Alpha of all Alphas for a reason, let's see if they would like to cross me." I folded my arms to my chest and stood my stance.

"Are you sure this girl is worth all this? Just hand her over and we will find another nanny for your son." Peter tried to knock sense into me by speaking calmly but I was not having it.

"On your way out, tell Sandra to bring in Davina, I'd like to speak to her one-on-one." I dismissed him and turned my back while my eyes made contact with the clouds. It looked dull and gray like it was going to rain soon.

"Yes, Alpha king." I heard Peter mutter before slamming the door after him. I could tell he was not happy with me as a friend but I'm still his Alpha and he must do as I say.

Afterward, I let out a loud exhale. Peter made so much sense but I was not going to give him the satisfaction. I'm the Alpha king for a reason and my decision stands. If I say I want Davina to stay in the Pack then the Pack should have no other option than to embrace her. However, before I do that, I want to hear nothing but the entire truth from the girl I'm giving the benefit of the doubt.

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♥︎Davina's POV♥︎

This is the most peace I have had in the last one year of my life. A safe space to rest my head, food to eat without being reminded about my size and why I should not consume too much and peace of mind to take good care of Clara. My heart churns badly any time I think about George and it makes me hate Andrew and Arthur even more. I just hope my baby is in safe hands till I find him and claim him as mine but right now, I must keep my head low and adapt to life in the Black Moon Pack first.

When Antonio asked Sandra to give me a room and food to eat. I had imagined a space in the maid quarters but instead, I was taken to a place that looked nothing short of a castle. It was the most beautiful house I had ever seen and no house in the Crescent Moon Pack could rival this. The scenery is insane.

The house is a four-storey building with smaller houses scampered around the compounds for the cooks, maids, slaves, palace guards, and all the people that work in the palace so remind me again why Sandra led me inside the most beautiful house again?

There were luxurious cars and a huge statue that resembled a black wolf with the forelimbs high in the air and the hind limb on the ground. It was beautiful. There were well-trimmed flowers in the garden and unique artworks of Vikings and past Warrior kings. Drawings that I presume to be Antonio's ancestors that have once ruled this large pack.

Sandra who was mute all the way led me through the first, second, and third floors before we finally entered the last floor. There was a question that was bulging my mind and the best way to get answers, was to ask Sandra so I did.

"Sandra, I'm sorry for asking but what about the Alpha's mate?" I wrapped my hand around myself as our walking pace reduced.

Sandra turned sharply to face me and there was fear in her eyes. She looked left and right before coming to whisper in my ears. "She is dead. She died ten months ago, some people say the Alpha killed her and some say she died due to an illness."

My mouth was slacked-jawed as I had not imagined such a horrific response. "And the child? Who is the mother?" I whispered back.

But Before Sandra could respond, we heard footsteps coming our way so we resumed walking. It was a huge man with big biceps and triceps. He looked dangerous and he eyed me from down to up degradingly. My eyes fell to the ground immediately as I hugged myself a little tighter. I didn't need a clairvoyant to tell me that the man hated my guts and the sight of me and that is okay. Hatred is something I'm used to already. Even my own family hates me with passion so that is perfectly okay.

"The Alpha wants to see the pup stealer so after your little realtor show, take her to his room." The man said with a clenched jaw. It seemed as though the words were too bitter for him to utter.

"Yes, Peter." Sandra bowed her head slightly and grabbed my hand so with a quickened pace, we hurriedly left him.

"He seems rude," I said just as Sandra turned the knob to a door.

"He is not all that bad. It's probably a mood swing. I don't know what crawled up his butt and died." Sandra uttered and we both chuckled.

The moment she opened the door wider, I gasped at the beauty before me. The room was painted and furnished to match a purple and white theme. It had a huge bed at the far end of the room with plenty of soft pillows on it. There was a huge dressing mirror, a mahogany wardrobe, and a small baby colt too. The room was so perfect and I could not believe my eyes.

"Is it to your taste?" Sandra had an unsure look as she knitted her fingers together nervously.

"Are you asking if I like it?" I raised a brow then I shook my head. "Absolutely not, I love it." I giggled and she joined me.

"Okay, Clara is currently being fed and attended to. I advise you to take a bath so you can see the Alpha king soon. He doesn't like to be kept waiting." Sandra held the hem of her apron as she turned to leave.

"Thank you, Sandra," I uttered just as she shut the door on her way out.

I hurriedly hopped into the bathroom for a quick shower. It felt refreshing as the cool water poured from my scalp, washing away all the stress and labor pain I went through two days ago. I changed into a soft silk pink gown that I found in the wardrobe before making my way to the Alpha King's bedroom.

Sandra had given me the description and she also handed me a tray filled with his dinner as well. I hope our conversation goes well even though I had no idea why he had requested my presence in his bedroom. I tapped the door twice, knocking and then I heard a sound from within which I assumed was my clue to come in.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they fell on the physique of a well-built naked man dripping in water right before me. The tray of food I was carrying went crashing into the ground, making a huge mess as its contents splattered on the well-polished floor.

Terror was paralyzing my body, freezing my muscles as my situation became desperately hopeless. Never have I ever stood before a naked man, talk more of an Alpha King.

Helplessly, I stood rigid, numbed with cold and terror as I waited for what was to come next. My death sentence.