Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 20

Ella

I dream that I’m on a boat, rocking gently in a starlit sea. I stare up at the night sky, bathed in the light of the full moon. My belly is swollen with my pup, and Sinclair is beside me, telling me stories about shifters – all the myths and legends. of his people.

His voice carries me along the waves, until he begins describing the life we’ll have together with our baby. He paints a picture of perfection, a happy life as a family of three- my child and I pampered and cared for while he rules his empire, wanting for nothing.

It all seems too good to be true, and it’s not until I realize I’m dreaming that I understand why. When I blink my eyes open, I realize that there are tears in them. I really am rocking, but not in any boat. Sinclair is carrying me inside from the car and clearly trying very hard not to wake me.

I must have fallen asleep. I realize dazedly.

“You don’t have to carry me.” I murmur, hoping the emotion in my voice can be passed off as grogginess.

“Hush now.” He croons, “I don’t mind. You just rest.”

Another time I might argue, but I’m so sleepy, and his arms feel so good around me that I just snuggle in. To my surprise, Sinclair leans his face towards my hair and inhales a deep breath. “You smell more like a wolf every day.” He shares. “The baby must be very healthy.”

This idea makes me smile, “Will I be able to feel it move soon, if pregnancy is so much shorter?”

“After a couple of months, yes.” He confirms.

This is still sooner than human babies quicken, but I feel so impatient. “Hmph, that’s so long to wait.”

Sinclair chuckles. “Maybe, but it will be so worth the wait, sweet Ella.”

“Do… do shifter pregnancies ever have complications?” I ask, finally feeling brave enough to voice this hidden worry. It’s been on my mind ever since the doctor told me the baby was developing slowly, but Sinclair seemed so confident that I told myself everything was fine.

“Rarely.” He answers. “But it happens. That’s why I’m being so cautious with you – I don’t want anything to happen, for both our sakes.”

I scoff, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling his own scent. “I think you just like telling people what to do – baby or not.”

strict really is.” Before I can respond or contemplate what this might mean, he

want a shower

sure? It’s very late.”

“I hate going to bed not feeling clean.” After a childhood of almost always feeling

feeling more and more myself as more of the day washes away. I felt

growl – violent and very close by. It isn’t Sinclair, and it isn’t coming through

growl from anyone elses, but in my heart, I know that danger is near. Did someone come into the bathroom after me? I wonder frantically, trying

again, reverberating around the small space, and I cry out in fear, unable to stay quiet. I don’t think ten seconds passed before the door slams open and Sinclair appears, his wolf glowing

curled up in a ball in the corner. “I swear someone

rigid, tightens even further as he begins scenting the air and searching the room. “I don’t smell anything” He tells me after a moment, “but I’ll have the guards search anyway,

charges out of the room only long enough to bark some orders at his guards, telling them. to begin searching

returns, he pulls me into his arms. “It’s

don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

okay, it’s probably just all the stress piling up on you.” He reasons. “But if

bare for the first time. He must

up into his arms, or think about stopping to grab night clothes, I simply let Sinclair carry me

to decide if I want to go

anxiously, spinning around and searching for a

on me, and suddenly I’ m

off my scent.”

“I’m only going to sleep. No one is going to

“We can’t take that

– what risk?” I murmur, feeling

mark you before I go.” Sinclair reasons. “I’m afraid my wolf is fairly

“Your wolf?” I squeak.

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