Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 496- First Night

My mate listens carefully as I tell him, in full detail, everything that happened when the Dark God took me outside of time and gave our little daughter our gift. I mostly look down at her while I tell the story, wondering how this perfect, tiny little angel being could have an ounce of darkness in her.

But even as I wonder that, I consider what the Dark God told me that not everything that is in darkness is bad.

But is that just something he said to distract me, to make me more compliant to accept his “gift?”

Was it, as I suspected, a curse?

“And then I was back,” I say, looking up into Sinclair’s face as he listens closely. “And, obviously, distracted by the insane pain of childbirth.”

A smirk pulls at his lips then, but I can tell that my attempt at humor didn’t go very far towards distracting him. He’s quiet for a long moment, looking towards Rafe but really staring into space as he sorts through his thoughts.

I give him a second to work through it, but I interrupt when I can’t stand it any longer. “So?” I ask quietly. “What do you…think?”

“Well,” Sinclair sighs, turning his attention back to me and to our little girl, who eats hungrily, clearly not having lost her appetite after such a dramatic early encounter. “I certainly wish that the Dark God had simply sent a flower arrangement or a toy. But…I honestly don’t know. We need much more information before we can plan any sort of action.”

“Action?” I ask, a little confused.” What on earth can we do? It’s done, Dominic. Whatever the gift is,” I say, gesturing down at her, “she’s got it.”

on the bed so that he can rest his head against my knee, looking up at my face. “But there’s certainly more we can know.

“And that’s a good idea, with Cora.” I sigh, frustrated with myself for not thinking it first, but Sinclair just sends a pulse of peace down the bond, encouraging me

work it through, though, Ella,” Sinclair says quietly, reaching his long arm up to

tell me it’s not all wicked, Dominic,” I say sincerely, looking down into his face. “And with these gods, gut

you,” he says, his eyebrows going up. “I’d just

little smile. But then, even despite my desire to keep pushing on

me on my forehead. “You’re asleep on your feet. Or, well, your ass – but what’s

shake my head at him. “I need to stay awake till she’s done feeding,” I

But I grin at her, stroking a hand over her perfect tiny head, loving the way her little fuzz of blonde hair tickles

Sinclair says, moving a plate with a simple panini and a bottle of water to the bedside table next to me. “And eat if you can, yes? While you

drained as the adrenaline of the day starts to slip from me. I take a lazy bite of my sandwich, barely tasting it as I switch breasts and let Ariel finish up. I’m hardly able to keep my eyes open about fifteen minutes later after Sinclair’s done moving

wanting to let her go, but Sinclair just laughs softly at me and

settle down, and finally

when I can and attending to Ariel when she needs it. I’m not in a total fog the whole time – I still spend time with my son and talk

and I the space we need to get used to our new patterns. He spends time with her

exhausted as me – I definitely get to keep that title. But that first night – it’s not precisely easy on dads

I’m surprised, frankly, when Cora, and Roger, and Jesse, and Henry all come

them and laughing, pleased. “Did – did I know you

his head to the side. ” Did I did