Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chatper 458

#Chatper 458-Preparations Ella

I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his voice angry, though I can tell that he’s not mad at me he’s just worked up at what must have been a very stressful day.

“Like what?” I ask, looking down at myself. I’m wearing what I think is my most conservative dress – black, floor length with a little bit of a train behind me, with long sleeves and a crew neck that cuts across my collar bones, showing nothing beneath.

“Well, you look beautiful, Ella,” Sinclair bites out, glaring at me a little like it’s an accusation.

I blink at him for a moment, my eyebrows raising. “Is that a problem, Dominic?”

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growls, crossing to me.

“I just thought that I’d get ready, in case I am supposed to go to dinner – ”

“And you decided to wear that!?”

“Okay,” I say, keeping my voice calm and doing my very best to keep my own temper now, because my mate? He’s pushing it. I put one hand out, resting it against his chest. “All right, Dominic. I’m going to give you a minute now to rethink your words, and then we’ll start again.”

He narrows his eyes at me, not liking at all that I’m talking to him like a kindergartener. But I cock my head to the side, asking him to consider the irony that at this moment I need to talk to him like a kindergartener.

After a long moment he sighs and turns away from me, hanging his head and putting his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pulling himself together. Then he drops his face in a hand. “It has been a long day, Ella.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur, taking a step forward and putting a hand on his back, stroking up and down, wanting to bring him comfort. “Tell me,” I say, and my mate turns and puts his arms around me as he tells me all about the meeting.

I sigh when he finishes. “I’m sorry, Dominic,” I say, looking up at him. “I know you tried.”

He shakes his head, looking down at me with his gorgeous green eyes. “It doesn’t matter what I tried – they’ve already decided.”

he’s going to take the blame

I bite my lip a little, considering. “Does

this time and steps away from me, putting a hand on my shoulder and turning me around. I do as his hands tell me to, spinning

he says, and I sigh in

I frown, because…wait,

has the zipper all the way

“I already sent word to the Prince, accepting in your stead.” A shiver

turning and frowning at him even as he tries to stop me. “I’m

damn dress off you, Ella,” he says, gruff. “Don’t you have

step back from him, starting to pull my dress back on. ” Dominic! I’m not going

“Ella, I was hard the moment I walked in the

waving a dismissive hand, “But that’s

stepping towards me again, the predator in him coming

Because Sinclair – I like him like this. Maybe we should keep this Atalaxian Prince

this,” I say, struggling to pull my dress back up over my

little sigh, taking the baby from me. “But

him down inside. When that’s done, Sinclair stands by the bed and raises a hand, beckoning me closer with his fingers in a way that

mark you,” he says as I start

and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark me in months – I’m your mate I already carry

My mouth goes

he commands, his voice low and

pushing at the dress, slipping it off my arms and letting it pool on

nodding to

dress and over to the bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across it, wearing nothing but my black pumps, and my panties, and my

mate’s chest as he watches me crawl to him, as I sit up with my knees

say, flicking my eyes down over my nearly-naked

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