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.

darling baby boy. I send him

Sinclair

“Come on bed is…it’s where we are just us, where we have all

I’m serious, he does as I say, crawling over me to get to his side of the bed and then slipping himself under the covers. I immediately curl up next to him, tucking my head beneath his chin

I smile at the nickname, because it lets me know that he’s in a

do as

start at the beginning and I

connection – how it feels, immediately, like talking to an old friend. And then I tell him about what happened tonight – the glow between us, the spark within me that I’m pretty sure he felt within himself, the very literal energy that passes between our bodies when

wind my arms closer around him not only because I’m grateful for him, but also because

when I finally tell him Calvin’s

said…Dominic, he says he thinks that I’m his

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

insane emotions that are pulsing from Sinclair at this moment, but I can’t even look over at my

cry, reaching for him,

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

“He didn’t -”

fully into his wolf and sprints for the door. He bashes the handle with his paw, breaking

my jaw hanging open, sitting in bed in my black gown as my baby screams in the crib next

long moment to pull myself together as I stare at the open door to

my mate is probably out there hunting a Prince, adding more fuel to

child, who still screams with fear and shock and

my child, and gather him into my arms and shush him lightly as I

with him, and

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

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