The Alpha's Surrogate [The Alpha's #1]

Prologue

The high-pitched scream that was so loud that the windows rattled was a sound that none of them would ever be able to forget.

The woman groaned in pain, sweating profusely, this being her sixth hour in labour now. As each hour had passed, she had significantly weakened and the wolves that were stood around her were starting to grow increasingly worried.

They didn't care about her but rather, the baby she was trying to push out. If the baby didn't make it, then they were all as good as royally fucked.

"Can't we just go in there and yank it out of her?" One of them murmured quietly, disgusted by the sight of the deranged woman and equally horrified by the pain-stricken screams that escaped her with each attempted push.

"I think that's contamination." A second wolf murmured quietly, no longer able to lift his head and watch the labour through the window, all of them having been sitting around waiting for hours now.

"It's been six hours." The first man pointed out. "Surely wolf births don't last this long."

The other three men all shared knowing looks, their lips pursed and their eyebrows knitted together. The human was right. The longer the labour went on for, the more chance there was of neither mother nor pup making it out alive.

Another wolf growled from beside them. Unable to control his rage, he fisted his hand and slammed it against the window, the glass shivering under his touch.

Both the women in the room glanced up at the force of his heavy hand, momentarily stilling despite the pain that the first woman was now drowning in.

That same wolf reached over to the button so his voice would travel into the room and growled again.

"If that baby isn't out of her in the next five minutes, I'm going to come in there myself and yank it out!"

The doctor frowned and rolled her eyes before turning back to the patient, not bothering to dignify his temper tantrum with a response.

"What is Heena playing at? She's done this plenty of times before." The wolf growled, making sure to keep his finger on the button so the sound of his voice would continue to travel into the sterilised room.

Since she was a wolf, she could hear everything he said from such close proximity regardless if the button was pressed or not – more so for the sake of the human mother-to-be – but the she-wolf didn't even flinch.

The second wolf frowned profusely before turning his head to resume watching his mate, the doctor, work on bringing this pup into the world alive and healthy, as those were the strict, unnegotiable terms of the deal.

"She has." He confirmed with a nod. "But this is a human giving birth to a werewolf."

"So?" The human murmured quietly; his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"There's a reason why werewolves are rarely mated with humans. Humans aren't as strong as us and their bodies are far too weak and fragile to be able to carry our offspring to full-term however, humans that are mated to wolves usually have altered DNA so it isn't impossible."

"And this human?" The man asked despite being human himself. "Is she the mate of a werewolf?"

"Not as far as we know." The first wolf shook his head. "When I met her, she'd just broken up with her human boyfriend and was very vulnerable which made her perfect for us to test this out on."

Before the incessant questioning could continue, another sharp scream sounded from the room except this time, instead of the grunts of pain that followed it, there was nothing.