All Chapters of Alpha Zane’s Surrogate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Naya’s POVThe road stretched endlessly ahead of us, familiar yet distant, like a memory I wasn’t sure I still belonged to.I sat quietly in the back of the cab, my fingers resting over the gentle curve of my stomach, tracing absent circles as the city blurred past the window. Every turn, every building, every flicker of movement outside felt strangely detached…like I was watching a life I used to live instead of one I was still part of. For a fleeting second, doubt crept in, sharp and unwelcome.Had I made the right choice?My hand stilled over my belly.A soft ache tightened in my chest as my thoughts shifted to the tiny life growing inside me. Would my child understand any of this? Would they one day look at me and question why I walked away from their father… why I chose distance instead of fighting harder to stay?The thought lingered longer than I liked.“My lady… are you okay?”Winnie’s voice pulled me back, gentle but laced with worry. I turned to her, forcing a small smile th

Naya’s POVThere was something almost… normal about the morning.For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t waking up to fear, or pain, or the suffocating weight of unanswered questions pressing against my chest. Just the soft clatter of utensils, the low hum of a kettle, and Winnie’s quiet voice filling the small kitchen.I stood by the counter, slicing vegetables, the rhythmic motion of the knife grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.Winnie leaned against the opposite side, stirring something in a pot, occasionally glancing at me with that soft, watchful look she’d adopted ever since we got here.We talked. About nothing important. About everything.And for a while… I laughed.A real laugh. Not forced. Not hollow.It startled me more than anything else.Because it felt like me.But then… Just like that…it slipped.My hand slowed mid-slice.My mind drifted.Zane.The way his voice used to wrap around my name. The way his presence filled every space, every sil

Zane’s POVThe drive felt endless.Every second stretched painfully, like time itself was working against me, dragging its feet while my mind raced ahead, already picturing a hundred different outcomes… none of them good enough, none of them fast enough.“Drive faster,” I snapped, my fingers tapping restlessly against my thigh.Nikolas didn’t even look at me. “We’re already pushing it, Zane.”It wasn’t enough.Nothing felt like enough.By the time the car screeched to a halt in front of the clinic, I didn’t wait. The door barely had time to fully open before I was out, slamming it behind me and storming toward the entrance with a single focus driving every step.Naya.The doors flew open under my push.I didn’t slow down.Didn’t stop.The receptionist barely had time to look up before I passed her, her voice catching in her throat as if she had considered stopping me but thought better of it.Good.Because nothing would have stopped me anyway.I moved through the hallway like I owned

Zane’s POV Standing outside the operating room felt worse than any battlefield I had ever stepped onto. At least in battle, I could fight Here? I could do nothing. Nothing but waiting while the woman I loved fought for her life behind those doors. The tension was unbearable. It sat inside my chest like claws, tearing deeper with every passing second. I tried sitting once, but the moment my body touched the chair, I stood again. Pacing was the only thing keeping me sane. Back and forth. Back and forth. The storm outside worsened with every minute, thunder rumbling so loudly it vibrated through the walls of the clinic. Lightning flashed across the windows, bathing the hallway in quick bursts of white before darkness swallowed it again. Winnie sat curled into herself, silently praying under her breath. Nikolas leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, watching me carefully like he was worried I’d snap at any moment. Maybe I would. I dragged a hand through my

Naya’s POVThe first thing I felt was heaviness.Not pain exactly.Just… heaviness.Like my entire body had been dragged through fire and barely stitched back together.My eyelids fluttered slowly as consciousness returned in fragments. Voices echoed faintly somewhere around me, mixed with the rhythmic beeping of machines.The room looked blurry at first.White ceiling.Dim lights.A faint medicinal scent lingering in the air.Then my gaze shifted slightly…And landed on Zane.He sat beside my bed with his elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped together tightly like he had been praying. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, and dark circles sat heavily beneath his eyes.He looked exhausted.Completely exhausted.For a moment, I simply stared at him.“What are you…” My throat burned painfully as the words came out slurred. “…still doing here?”The second he realized I was awake, his entire posture changed.Relief flooded his face so openly it made my chest tighten.“You’