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.

boy. I send him a very tiny pulse of happiness and joy down the bond, hoping it gives him sweet

the hell?” Sinclair asks. “Ella,

reaching for him. “Come on bed is…it’s where

his side of the bed and then slipping himself under the covers. I immediately curl up next to him, tucking my head beneath

and I smile at the nickname, because it lets me know that

I do as my

the beginning and I

drawn to each other from the moment I saw him, about the pulses of energy between 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

him not only because I’m grateful for him, but also because I think he needs it, needs

breaks when I finally

he thinks that

I say the words even I draw back in fear as he pulls himself from my arms and throws himself out of bed, his chest heaving, his eyes on the door. His whole body is trembling again, harder now, and he

are pulsing from Sinclair at this moment, but I can’t even

for him, ” don’t

see his body start to shift as he loses control, his shoulders hunching, his nails elongating to razor-sharp claws. “Just let this man

“He didn’t -”

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

in my black gown as my baby screams in the crib

as I stare at the open door to the bright hallway, as

out there hunting a Prince, adding more fuel to

fear and shock and sadness,

arms and shush him lightly as I move to the door,

it’s been torn to shreds, honestly. I’m livid, I realize, because I need Sinclair with me tonight I need to talk this through with him, and as much as I realize that he’s

and I stare at his poor crying

might be rightly flipping out