The Alpha's Virgin Surrogate

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zzed with a low hum as students exchanged whispers and shuffled papers. Today was just another day at City B University for me. I occupi

weigh heavily on my family's finances, seemingly insurmountable. My mother, previously vibrant and smiling, now wears a constant l

. The weight of responsibility bears down on my shoulders,

tching my curiosity. Leaning in, I try to catch a glimpse of what has captivated Lily's atten

estions, "Are you interested

, eager to learn more. "

being selective and haven't found the right candidate." She gives me a knowing look. "Ar

hat I have even considered it as an option. I force a

ithin me. Surrogacy, the act of carrying a child for someone else in exchange for a substantial fee, appears to offer a potent

arching the surrogacy program I came across earlier. The website contains detailed information, which I a

utes. Questions like "Do you have abundant hair?" and "When was your last sexual encounter?" are among the inquiries that will determine my eligibility

ntriguing and unnerving. It feels like a clandestine secret I can't share with my family or friends. I have always been a highly educated

ring my room. Startled, I swiftly close my laptop, hoping they haven't gli

me rated-18 stuff?" Jake smirks mi

ia, we need to know if you'r

't you guys give me some privacy? I'm

r and declares, "Alright, alright. Leave her be. But hey, So

at his brother's audacity. "Jake

just preparing for all possibilities.

at their antics as I watch them leave the room. They have be

a nominal fee. Since then, I have resided in the same dorm as them, and although Jake, th

ent before resolving to make a decision. The idea seems promising; I

still trembling. Once completed, I submit it and receive a confirmation that

ng me to the point of nearly losing my balance. I reach for my phone and, upon seei

at the store,

ly, I answer the ca

Mr. Johnson barks almost ins

e anger Mr. Johnson can unleash, but today, I can't afford to be any later. The consequences

on stands near the entrance, his face flushed with anger. Our eyes meet

voice dripping with venom. "I've had it with your constant tar

ze, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Johnson. It won't

ng through the store. "You're lucky I even keep you arou

s office. I release a sigh of relief, grateful that

wsing the aisles. The woman seems shifty, her eyes darting nervously as she pretends to

something?" I ask, my

owing with suspicion. "No, I'm just lo

that something is amiss. "Of course, but I'm here to a

me, her hand connecting with my cheek in a stinging slap. Pain surg

o the scene. Without even listening to my side of

are you assault our customers!" Mr. Jo

but my voice remains steady as I try

uses!" he bellows, cutting me off. "You

d what I have just heard. I have been slapped by a thief, and

CTV footage. You'll see that I was only

y, his back turned to me. "I don't have

. Anger and a sense of injustice well up inside me. It seems as though the worl

mix of disappointment and frustration. However, as I step out of the store, I

ccepted for t