The Surrogate of the cursed alpha king

“I’ll get right to the point. I need you to bear my child.” Tyler king watched the girls eyes widen as she looked from him to his beta, Daxon. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. I thought you said you needed me to have your baby,” she chuckled. He could sense her unease and at the same time could smell her arousal. She was drenched. Even without a wolf telling her she was his, her body still knew it, and he hated that. He hated that he had to fight so hard with his own wolf to stop it from claiming what was rightfully his. He hated the fact that he had to resort to this. She was half human! Why would the moon goddess curse him like this on top of everything else? He’d caught her scent even before he had walked into the hotel days before, and now it filled the entire suite, taunting him, reminding him how f****d up his life was. “I did,” he answered. “I need a surrogate and I will pay you handsomely for your time.” “Uhh… I’ve just came into this room to clean. You don’t know me! You don’t even know my name.” She said. “Luna Jones.” Luna looked down at the name tag pinned to her uniform. She placed her hand over it in an attempt to hide it briefly before she realised that doing so was probably useless, he had already read it. But it only read her first name, he already knew who she was. “Twenty years old. High school dropout. Live in a trailer with you sister and your father.” Luna’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he sensed her anger. “Have you been stalking me?” she hissed. Daxon snickered. He gave his beta a look that shut him up before he returned his attention to the human. “No, I haven’t been stalking you,” he said, but he could tell he’d already lost the momentum. Lunas anger had grown at an alarming rate, eclipsing even the sweet scent of her arousal. The human stood and smoothed her uniform before she lifted her head and looked at him directly in the eye. His wolf unfurled, his excitement rippling through him at the thought of accepting his mates challenge. “I don’t know why you two need to ask a perfect stranger to have your baby, but I don’t think that I’m a good fit for the job. Although I do wish you all the best.” Luna said. It took him a moment to realise what she meant as she walked over to her cleaning cart and started pulling it out of the room. That was the problem with humans. Feeling the pull of their bond wouldn't have been an issue if she'd had a wolf. He would have marked her the moment he had found her, and she would have been carrying his pup already. "Miss Jones, can we talk about this? You haven't even heard what I'm willing to pay." "It doesn't matter. I don't want to be your surrogate," she answered firmly. "I'll return later to clean your suite." When she closed the door, he heard her mutter, "It's always the handsome ones." She thought he was crazy. And she was right— he lost more of his mind the longer he went without a child and the shorter his time on this earth got. "She thinks we're gay, Ty," Daxon pointed out as he sat in the spot she had vacated. "I got that," he growled. "I don't think she will change her mind," Daxon said. "I don't understand why you can't pick someone from the pack and be done with it." He would have had many children already if it had been that easy. Goddess knew how much he had tried. But Fate had messed that up for him, too, and ensured only one woman could carry his children. Only one woman could save them all-his mate. "I told you why." At least as much as he could. Daxon was not only his Beta; he was also his only friend. Keeping the truth from him was essential. Keeping it from everyone was crucial. It was bad enough that they would have to accept his heir from a woman who was as useless as a human, but he could deal with that better than the panic that the truth would cause. He had no time to soothe anyone or deal with the packs that would circle his territory when they realised he was about to die. As the Alpha King, the repercussions would be astronomical. "I doubt any of our pack would assume they are the Queen just because they have your child They can do a blood oath-" "Daxon, please," he sighed as he stood and walked towards the drinks cabinet. It was still morning, but f**k it. He needed something to calm and stop himself from going after the human. To prevent himself from pinning her down and marking her while he buried himself deep inside her body. He closed his eyes as he tried not to imagine what that would feel like, but it was all his wolf wanted and all he could see. Every wolf he'd ever come across dreamed of being lucky enough to one day meet their mate, but he couldn't understand why anyone would think this was a blessing. It was torture! "Okay. Pick another one if that girl doesn't want to do it." Hunter growled in his head, ready to attack Daxon for suggesting that, but he shoved his wolf back and focused on his drink. And just like that, his mind returned to a place he didn't want to be. He didn't want to think of touching Luna or tasting her. He didn't want to remember the scent of her arousal. Four days since he first caught Luna’s sweet scent, he was already acting like a lunatic. The first day felt like a gift from the Goddess. He was almost out of time, so finding his mate had given him hope. And then he had seen her. A half-blood. Half-human and cleaning up after everyone else. It felt like a punch in the nuts; he'd wanted to kill someone for this cruel joke. She was not worthy to carry his child; she was not worthy to be the one who saved them all. But there they were. There was no other choice. "Ty-" "Get more information on her. She's human. You'll find many weaknesses I can use," he ordered. "She's the one I've picked, so she's the one I'll have." Luna would have his child one way or another, and then he could finally have some peace. Daxon felt the command in his words and stood up to do as he had ordered. When he sensed his Beta was far enough away from their suite, he picked up his glass and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. If he told Daxon the truth, he would tie the girl up and offer her to him on a silver platter. But then his child would be a product of r**e; that was the last thing he wanted. The child would be his legacy, the only thing left of him on this earth, and would carry his blood. He couldn't taint the child before he had even conceived them. He was a bastard, but not that much. His child would be the best part of him. Luna would change her mind. Humans loved money, and this one, in particular, was drowning in debt. Why hadn't she wanted to know how much he was offering her? He could solve all her problems in a day if she took his offer. That meant Daxon had to find something else he could use. Something she couldn't refuse. The growl came louder in his head as his wolf showed his displeasure. But he was in charge here, not Hunter. They would do things his way, and at the end of it all, Luna could go back to her life because there was no future for them, even if she wasn't a half-blood. 'Find her. Mark her, Hunter growled. 'Be patient! She hasn't got a wolf; she doesn't even know we exist, he snapped as he picked up an entire bottle of alcohol and walked towards his bedroom. And marking her was out of the question. He didn't stay at the Hotel often even though he owned it and it was in his territory, but he was sure Luna hadn't been around the last time he had been there. Her scent was all over the hotel as if she had marked it. Could anyone else smell it? Did they have that sweet, intoxicating scent turning them inside out? Making them drool? Making them think of nothing else except to claim her? One thing was certain now. when Luna agreed to this, he would get her pregnant and then stay the hell away from her. He'd been hard for days, and her scent had made Hunter unstable. That was a complication he didn't need on top of everything else. Not when he had less than a year left to live.