Astrid's POV
It was surprisingly cool to be a surrogate.
Imagine that. It was cooler being a person who sold their body for money rather than being a powerless omega.
I was given a big room on the top floor with windows that had a magnificent view of everything.
No one disturbed me and Alpha Jaxon didn't come to force himself on me or anything else like I feared. In fact, I would have thought that they had forgotten I was in the house if not for the servants that attended to me.
Yes. I now had servants. Servants that brought me whatever I wanted, cleaned up my room, styled my hair even though I was going nowhere and dressed me up.
They attempted to bathe me as well but I drew the line there. I wasn't a child.
I wasn't allowed to work hard - so as not to strain myself and affect my conception - so I always had a maid on hand in case I wanted to change or do anything strenuous.
I slept well for the first time in a long time.
I ate and gorged.
And I grew bored.
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