Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

I hear Sinclair’s footsteps coming up the stairs just past five, and I realize he must have left work at the earliest available opportunity. I’m not complaining, I’ve been so eager to ask him about Mike ever since the police called me, and as unbelievable as it seems I even find myself missing him the more time we spend apart. I think it must be the pup’s craving to be near its father rather than my own interest, because more often than not I’m nervous or on-edge when we’re together. The one exception is when I go to his rooms at bedtime; I haven’t had a single nightmare since he insisted we begin sleeping together, and I look forward to falling asleep in his strong arms every night.

He comes into my rooms without knocking, offering me a wide smile when he sees me cuddled up in bed.

The doctor gave me strict orders to rest today, and after the exhausting ordeal at the hospital, I actually didn’t mind. “Hello trouble.” Sinclair greets me fondly, taking a seat on the edge of my mattress. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” I promise, “No more spotting” I blush, but I figure we have to get used to speaking on such familiar terms about my body. Pregnancy does nothing if not steal one’s sense of modesty, as the most personal bodily functions must be discussed to assess the baby’s health.

“I’m glad.” Sinclair sighs with visible relief. “Have you checked your blood pressure?”

“No, I’ve been distracted.” I admit.

“Tsk, tsk,” He teases, retrieving the home monitoring device from my bedside. “Let’s have your arm, gorgeous.

I wait while he settles the cuff around my bicep and presses the machine’s start button. Once the cuff begins to inflate and pressure increases on my arm, I say, “l got a call from the police today.”

Sinclair keeps a perfectly straight face, as if he doesn’t have the first idea what I’m about to say.”

Oh?”

“It seems that Mike turned himself in this afternoon.

“I share, watching him closely. “He came all the way back from the coast and signed a full confession. He’s going to stand trial.”

Sinclair is busy watching the numbers on the machine, but he manages a distracted smile, “that’s wonderful, Ella.”

I wait for him to say more, but he remains silent, avidly focused on taking my vital signs. “You’re really going to pretend like you had nothing to do with it?” I finally burst.

The machine beeps, and Sinclair frowns, loosening the cuff. “Still too high.” He murmurs, looking back up at me. Sinclair scans my features, taking my cheek in his oversized hand. “Are you still feeling stressed?”

“I’m trying to talk to you about something.” I reply, rather than answering him.

nothing. I would

“He states simply.

bitterly, better not go getting ahead of yourself, Ella. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re special when you’re anything but. “That might

responds, as if this settles the matter. “I was happy to do

why, but his ferocity makes me feel better about his dismissive manner. At the very least it shows that he does care, and I decide then and there that l’m going to find a way to

morning sick to my stomach, reminding myself over and over again that morning sickness is a good sign, and I shouldn’t complain. After my fourth bout of nausea, I take a few pillows and books into the bathroom, setting up a makeshift camp on the cold tiles so that I’m not constantly running

elder Alpha greets me with so much hospitality

I flush, “I hope you

my darling. You’re welcome

replies genially. “l was just about to have a

I

of a breeding mother who’s spent the morning indisposed.” He observes wryly.

“l see you’re as perceptive as

prefer it if he did not perceive so much.” The

him in the sitting room as a servant runs

your shoes I wouldn’t enjoy having someone read my every thought and feeling

find the words sliding off my tongue before l can stop them. “l’m not used to

nonsense.” He

can’t help but laugh, “you and Dominic really are a pair,

very proud of my son, you know. And I’m so

our lies. “Thank you.” I manage to reply, unable to stop myself from confiding, “we’re both so

know a good match when

afraid I don’t know him well enough to know what he’d like best. I was hoping you might help me do a bit of plotting.”l

the right

surprise did you

how grateful l am.”I explain, “how excited I am to be having this baby together, for all

son is that he has a powerful sweet tooth.” Henry intones. “He doesn’t indulge it often, but the quickest

strange that the terrifying Alpha wolf might have a secret vice as wholesome as sugar. “Any particular