Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair was sitting in his office, trying not to think about Ella.

Two days had dragged past at a snail’s pace, and the Alpha was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from the pretty human. His wolf was driving him up the wall, constantly suggesting that they go and check on her, just to make sure she was alright.

It was ridiculous – he knew she was perfectly fine. The mischievous creature rang her bell every few hours, just to see if he’d come to her. In fact, he was starting to think the bell had been a bad idea. He was beginning to crave hearing it, hoping she would ring the damned thing so he could give in to his wolf and go see her.

Of course, every time it happened, Ella would scramble for some anemic excuse to explain the call – yet he was never bothered. Sinclair could tell she was just testing her limits and amusing herself, this was probably the first time in her life anyone had taken care of her, and he couldn’t bear to spoil her fun.

Ella was so unlike his ex, Lydia, that it made his head spin. Sinclair had loved his mate and wanted to give her everything her heart desired, but she wasn’t the most easy-going of she- wolves. Even before she’d shown her true colors and betrayed him, he’d known going through a pregnancy with her would be very difficult.

He could imagine her in Ella’s shoes now, demanding every unreasonable extravagance she could imagine and complaining non-stop. She would have made a wondrous experience a trial – something not to relish but endure- whereas Ella was sweetly reveling in the magic of creating life, overwhelmed to find herself in comfort rather than constantly struggling.

Sinclair’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and he promptly called, “come in.”

His heart leapt when the investigator he’d hired to look into Ella poked his head through the door, “Is now a good time, Alpha?”

“Yes.” He agreed, more than eager to hear what the man had discovered.

“Well you were right.” The investigator announced as he entered and plopped into the chair opposite Sinclair’s. “I checked with the police, Ella Reina reported a stolen identity a couple of days after the insemination, and until a few months ago her financial history was perfectly sound.”

Sinclair’s wolf howled triumphantly in his head. I knew it! I knew she wasn’t bad.

police have

dozen credit cards in her name, and the story tracks. All of the credit cards she opened herself

month like clockwork, and all the charges are very modest. The new cards were maxed out almost immediately on luxury items which certainly weren’t in her home based on your description. It’s a completely different spending

chose?” Sinclair questioned, beyond relieved to hear the mother of his pup was not another shallow, gold- digging

than the right to stay with the baby. Her file at the clinic indicated she’s been trying to get pregnant for years.” The investigator

felt a pang deep in his chest. Like him, Ella had struggled with fertility for years, only to be betrayed by her partner. For all their differences, he was beginning to think. they had more in common than they realized. However there was one thing he didn’t understand, and he was tired of going through the investigator. It was time to

room, he found her curled up in the window seat with a sunbeam bathing her in golden light, sound asleep. She was wearing some of the silk pajamas he’d purchased for her when he saw her shabby sleep clothes on day one, and looked so sweet it actually

urge to brush the hair from her face. “How

answered for her, growling pointedly and making her

insisted, “I’ll get you something to eat. What

from beneath her lashes, “does

petting her hair. “Shh, I just want to

sound that wrapped Ella in warmth. “So, pickles and

did you know that!”

mental link with their pups,

in my head sometimes?” Ella questioned. “Like when I passed out, I swear

was able to pick up on it, but it was the only explanation. “That’s right. Now, sit tight and I’ll get your

surprised that Sinclair planned on preparing it himself. She assumed he’d send a servant, if he’d

matter though – he must have understood how powerful the hunger was. When he returned, with a heaping bowl of ice cream and a plate of pickles, Ella almost wanted to hug him she was so grateful. Of course, she put that idea

it didn’t last for long. “I hate to ruin your good mood,” he began apologetically, “but I wanted to ask – why did you go to a sp3rm bank to get pregnant,