Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 463- Rampage

Ella

“Ella,” my mate growls as my tears start to subside a little bit. And I look up at him with a sniff, into his face that is terribly dark with his anger. His whole body is shaking – not trembling like mine was, but honestly shaking as if he’s trying very, very hard to hold himself back.

“You need to tell me, right now,” Sinclair continues, his voice thick with the effort of not bursting from the room and hunting down the Prince, ” what the hell just happened. I need to know whether or not I need to go murder someone.”

A dark little laugh bursts from me at this – at the casual way my gorgeous mate threatens murder – and his growl intensifies because he is perfectly serious. Hastily I shake my head no as I look up at him.

“No, Dominic,” I say, doing my best to pull myself together and stand up straight. “It’s not like that – it’s…” and I sigh, my eyes going wide. “I mean, it’s a lot – but he didn’t do anything really bad.”

To my surprise, Dominic snarls, his head whipping towards the door.

“Dominic, I just said that – ”

“You said not really bad,” he snaps, implying that he did something bad.”

I reach a hand up now and place it on his cheek, something about Sinclair losing his temper allowing me to fortify myself, to pull myself together for both of us. “I’m going to need you to contain all of this,” I say quietly, making him look at me. “Because you are not going to like what I have to say. But you have to hear it.”

“Please, Ella,” he murmurs, dropping his arms from their tight place around me and taking my face in his hands. ” You’re killing me. Please, please tell me what is going on.”

“Not until you promise not to murder anyone,” I say, dead serious.

And he sighs, but then he nods, agreeing to my terms.

baby boy. I send him a very tiny pulse of happiness and joy down

hell?” Sinclair asks.

into bed,” I sigh, reaching for him. “Come on bed is…it’s where we

does as I say, crawling over me to get to his side of the bed and then slipping himself under the covers. I

trouble,” he murmurs, again kissing the top of my head, and I smile at the nickname, because it lets me know that he’s in a better emotional place to hear news that I know

I do as

beginning and

us whenever we touched. I tell him about the genuine friendship I feel for the man and our instant connection – how it feels, immediately, like talking to an old friend. And

because I’m grateful for him, but also because I think he needs it, needs to feel my body close so that he doesn’t race out of the

finally tell him Calvin’s

he said…Dominic, he says he thinks

his chest heaving, his eyes on the door. His whole body

in his crib at the sound and I think the insane emotions that are pulsing from

I cry, reaching for

hell am I supposed to do, Ella,” he growls, and I see his body start to shift as he loses control, his shoulders hunching, his

“He didn’t -”

roar as he transforms fully into his wolf and sprints for the door. He bashes the handle with his

my jaw hanging open, sitting in bed in my black gown as

I stare at the

there hunting a Prince, adding more fuel to

towards my child, who still screams with fear and shock

slowly stand up, and move to my child, and gather him into my arms and shush him lightly as

I’m livid, I realize, because I need Sinclair with me tonight I need to talk this through with him,

my child, and I stare at his poor crying face, I force myself to slow my

and Sinclair might be rightly flipping out because he thinks someone tried to take me from