Mistaken Surrogate for the Lycan Prince Novel – “Vera’s knocked up with my pup.”My husband, Mason, calmly informed me that he got my sister knocked up. “A divorce, then.” I cleared my throat quietly, lifting my chin as I sat up straighter in my chair. “I’ll tell Father.” “We can’t get a divorce, Bianca.” Mason shook his head, looking at me as though I’d just suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world, “Stop with the nonsense.
We need a real solution here.” “Oh, you expect me to raise the pup you and Vera are having?” My jaw clenched in agitation as I sat there in silence. My chest rose and fell in steady breaths as I attempted to remain as calm as I could. My lips parted to say something but I pressed them together when I felt my nose prickle, heat rising to my face and my eyes glazing over slightly with tears of betrayal. I’d known of their affair for a while, so I couldn’t help but wonder to myself if I should even have been surprised.
On the evening of our second wedding anniversary, I’d caught the two of them kissing in the garden. I’d gone out for a fresh breath of air and a break from socializing with the guests at our party, and to my surprise had stumbled onto the scene of my sister being embraced in the arms of my husband. That night, he finally told me the truth – that they were in an affair, but not only that, that they were in love. So perhaps I should’ve seen this coming, but maybe my innate stubbornness stopped me from doing so. Calm, Bianca. Be calm.
My wolf, once a roaring presence inside me, slowly quieted in the deafening silence between us and faded from my heart. What had happened to us? How did we get here? I was the daughter of the werewolf president, and Mason, an alpha, was my childhood friend who eventually became my first love. As a child, I’d always believed in the concept of soulmates. I believed in love at first sight, and I’d yearned for the soft touches and stolen glances shared across rooms that I always read about in the fairytales growing up. I believed that there was one person out there just for me, and I’d believed that that person was Mason.
We were supposed to be soulmates, bound by fate, connected by an invisible string. I’d believed that our union wasn’t just a political marriage, but one built on love, trust, and respect. For two years, I’d longed for a child and prepared everything a new life would need, but no child ever came. And now, Vera was carrying a baby. My husband and my sister had turned me into a complete and utter joke.
What would the public’s reaction be to this if word ever got out? “I’ll tell Father.” I repeated, reaching down and pulling a drawer out for the divorce papers, “He’ll help you and Vera.” I swallowed thickly, sliding the thick stack of paper across the desk along with a pen. I felt nauseated. “Sign it, or I’ll take this to the Werewolf Courts.” “Divorce isn’t some game, Bianca.” Mason snapped, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he shoved the papers back towards me, “We’re- we’re in a political marriage, don’t you understand? And I’m an alpha, multiple partners and children are normal for an alpha.
You’ve always been this way, ever since we were young. You’re too old-fashioned, too boring… This is the real world, you need to grow up-” “I said sign the papers, Mason!” I interrupted sharply, slamming my palm flat down on the contract before getting up, my chair screeching from underneath me. “I’m done talking about this. Just let me know when you get this done and we can discuss next steps.” “Bianca-!” As soon as I shut the office door behind me, the tears that had threatened to spill a few moments ago finally did.
I covered my mouth with a palm to muffle a short sob before shaking my head and letting out a slow, trembling breath – I refused to let myself cry over this. I couldn’t be weak because of a man’s betrayal. Visions of rocking a cradle and singing sweet lullabies played in my head as I made my way down the hallway, standing at the door of what could’ve been my child’s bedroom. I opened the door slowly, poking my head into the room. The walls had been painted a soothing shade of emerald green, the room complete with a bassinet, rocking chair, a bookshelf, and even a chest that was already full of toys. I’d prepared this room for two years, hoping that all of this hard work would manifest my future in motherhood, and month after month, nothing ever happened.