A Baby For The Alpha King Novel – Today was supposed to be the day everything changed. My eighteenth birthday. The day I could finally feel the pull of a mate bond—except, I wasn’t a she-wolf, just a normal human living amongst them and I was wishing and dreaming for something that would never happen. Instead of joy and laughter, the house was dead silent. No cake. No balloons. Not even a glance from my father. Two weeks ago, he’d thrown Delilah, my step-sister, a party that shook the windows. For me? Nothing. I should be used to it by now.
Everyone treats me like the outcast, the least favorite person in our house. Even the maids are treated better than I am. The doorbell rang, and Delilah squealed like she’d won the lottery. “Derrick is here!” She shoved me hard—my back hit the floor with a thud, my vintage floral dress tangling around my legs. I stayed down, brushing dirt off my hands, heart already sinking. Derrick Grey. Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. Millionaire. Heartbreaker. The man I’d been secretly in love with since the moment I first saw him. He stepped inside like he owned the world—tall, dark, devastatingly handsome, power rolling off him in waves. The second his eyes met mine, the world tilted. A golden thread snapped between us.
Heat flooded my chest. My wolf—wait, I didn’t have a wolf—but something inside me roared. Mate. The word tore out of me before I could stop it. “M-mate!” Delilah froze. Derrick’s head whipped toward me. “Did she just say mate?” Delilah laughs, sharp and cruel. “Has the human finally cracked?” Derrick stared at me. For one heartbeat, something flickered in his eyes—recognition, maybe even shock. Then he threw his head back and laughed. A deep, mocking sound that sliced right through me. He couldn’t possibly be as cruel as they were. Not him. Not the man I’ve looked up to for so long. I didn’t want the image I had of him to fall apart. “Mate?” He wipes an imaginary tear. “You’re a human, Harriet.
Stop embarrassing yourself.” The room spun. I felt it—the bond pulsing, alive, undeniable. But he looked at me like I was dirt under his boot. Delilah loops her arm through his. “Ignore her, Derrick. Mother made your favorite. Come.” They brushed past me like I was invisible. I stumbled outside to the garden, desperate for the scent of roses to drown out the pain. I didn’t get far. A hard shove sent me sprawling into the dirt. I looked up—and there he was. Derrick. Towering. Snarling. “W-what is the meaning of this?” My voice breaks. He crouched, grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so I had to meet his cold gaze. “I don’t want a repeat of that pathetic display inside. Do you understand?” I gasp. “What—?” “I can never have a weak human for a mate.” His voice was pure venom. “Your step-sister is the kind of woman I want.
Beautiful. Strong. Worthy. Not you.” Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back. “Just because I’m human doesn’t make me weak.” His lip curled. “Stay out of my way. And don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone.” He released me as though I burned him. Then the words came—cold, final, merciless. “I, Derrick Grey, reject you, Harriet Wales, as my mate.” Pain exploded in my chest like a blade twisting. I doubled over, gasping, the rejection ripping through me like fire. How could he walk away so easily? How could the bond that felt so real mean nothing to him? I curled into the grass, broken and in distress, when Delilah’s voice cut through the pain.
“Seriously? Flat on the ground again? How dramatic.” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “Mother! Harriet’s causing a scene! Again. Just like she always does for a little bit of attention.” My stepmother appeared moments later, smiling brightly—like I wasn’t bruised and in pain on the ground. “I have wonderful news, Harriet.” Her tone was surprisingly sweet but her words are anything but that. “I volunteered you for something special. Your application was accepted immediately!” I pushed myself up on shaking arms. “What are you talking about?” She beams. “I’ve signed you up to give the Alpha King of the North a baby.” The world stopped. “His mate can’t conceive,” she continues casually, as if discussing the weather. “He’s searching for the perfect surrogate to secure his heir.
I knew you’d be ideal—human, obedient, disposable. Isn’t that wonderful?” My stomach hurt. In just a few minutes, I was rejected and humiliated and now they were selling me off like breeding stock to the most ruthless Alpha in existence. The Alpha King of the North. I stared at them—my so-called family—and something inside me finally snapped. How could they? How could they do this to me? Rage boiled up like a storm, blinding and unstoppable. I lunged for Delilah, my fingers tangling in her silky hair as I yanked her down to the ground with me. She screamed, high and piercing, but I didn’t care. My nails raked across her neck, drawing thin lines of red while she thrashed beneath me. A sharp slap cracked across my face, jolting me back. I looked up, vision blurring from the sting, to see Derrick looming over us. His eyes were cold, dangerous slits, devoid of any warmth. “How dare you lay a hand on her,” he snarls, his voice low and venomous. “You filthy, weak human.” Before I could twist around and unleash my fury on him too, a brutal kick slammed into my side.
Pain exploded through my ribs as I crumpled to the floor, clutching my side, gasping for air. My stepmother stood there, her face twisted in triumphant disgust. “Lock her in the room!” she shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls. “She’ll face severe punishment there—and then be handed over to the Alpha King, who can do whatever he wants with her!” The words hung in the air, sealing my fate, as rough hands dragged me away. No. Please no. Chapter 2 ~ALPHA KING VALENTINE OF THE NORTH~ “Fuck yes, Valentine!” Lilith cries out, her voice a gasp that echoes off the stone walls of our private chamber.
I thrust deeper into her, feeling her walls clench around me, hot and wet. “That’s it, baby—fuck me. Fuck me hard!” She screams. Her nails dig into my shoulders, drawing drips of blood that only fuel the fire raging through my veins. I grab her neck, my fingers wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her pulse race beneath my palm. A primal roar tears from my chest as I obey her command, pounding into her with need, each stroke sending shockwaves of ecstasy through us both. Sweat slicks our skin, the air thick with sex. I lean down, capturing her nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to elicit a moan that vibrates through her body. But then—the knock comes. Sharp. Insistent. A growl rumbles low in my throat, vibrating against her body as I freeze mid-thrust. “If that’s not for a war,” I snarl, my voice laced with annoyance, “someone’s about to lose a fucking hand.” Lilith’s laughter fills the room, soft and wicked, her breath warm against my chest as she presses closer.
Her fingers trace lazy, teasing circles over my thundering heart, nails scraping lightly in a rhythm that sends sparks down my spine. “Ignore it, my love,” she purrs, shifting in my lap with deliberate slowness, her bare curves grinding against me in a torturous dance. Her lips brush the sensitive spot beneath my ear, tongue flicking out to taste my skin. “Let them wait outside our door. I’m not finished with you yet.” But the knocking persists, growing bolder, as if fate itself is conspiring to drag us from this moment. What could be so urgent? A betrayal? An enemy at the gates? Or something far more dangerous? Another knock—louder, more insistent. I snarled, sliding her off me with reluctant hands as I covered my nakedness with my robe. “This better be worth it.” I yanked the door open, ready to rip someone’s throat out. Angus stood there, arms crossed, that infuriating half-smirk already in place.
He held a slim black folder like it was a grenade he was dying to toss at me. “Morning, brother,” he drawled. “Sleep well?” “Get to the point before I throw you out the window.” He lifted the folder. “We found her.” My pulse kicked. “A surrogate?” “Better.” His eyes gleamed. “A volunteer. Clean background. Healthy. Fertile. No pack ties. No drama.” I narrowed my eyes, there was definitely something else that he wasn’t telling me. “And?” “She’s human.” The word landed like a slap. Silence stretched, thick and dangerous. Then I laughed—short, sharp, disbelieving. “A human? Have you completely lost your fucking mind?” Angus didn’t flinch. “Hear me out.” “I’m listening. Barely.” “Think about it.” He stepped inside without an invitation, shutting the door behind him like he owned the place as my mate scrambles and rushes into the bathroom so that he cannot see her naked. He pays her no attention as he continues, “Lilith’s been tearing herself apart every time the council brings up heirs.