Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 29

Ella

I’ve been avidly watching the clock ever since returning home. Neither Hugo nor any of the guards said a word about my absence, but they did immediately take the grocery bags from my arms, insisting I shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. I came straight to the kitchen afterwards, hoping that I might be able to finish my surprise before Sinclair comes home, and thereby counteract some of his displeasure that I snuck out.

In my defense it wasn’t really sneaking. Sure, I waited until the guards were distracted just in case they tried to stop me leaving, but no one ever told me I wasn’t allowed to do so. In fact Sinclair told me I was free to go where I wish though in hindsight l imagine the Alpha wouldn’t like it if he came home and no one knew where I was – especially after the hospital yesterday.

I try to focus on baking rather than the scolding I’ve surely got coming from Sinclair. I’m really not sure how to handle the situation. It feels entirely unfair that I could be in trouble for breaking rules I didn’t know existed, but I’m afraid of angering Sinclair further by expressing my true feelings.

I’m starting to feel completely bipolar in this arrangement of ours. I’m perpetually afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing and provoking Sinclair’s temper, but l’m not used to censoring myself this way. Eventually the truth inevitably slips out and then I worry I’ve ruined everything. So I try to reverse course and do damage control, and probably come off like I’ve got split personalities.

I don’t know what to do. I know I should try to keep Sinclair happy so that I have the best possible chance to stay with my baby, but I don’t know how long I can keep this up. l also don’t know what to make of Sinclair in the first place. He’s the most confusing man I’ve ever encountered. I don’t even recognize myself around him.

Once moment he’s turning me on, making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and doing sweet selfless things like helping Cora – and the next he’s stomping around like a tyrant and ordering me about.

I’ve just finished mixing the wet and dry ingredients together in a big silver bowl when the door clicks open behind me, and Sinclair’s familiar scent fills the room.

Uh-oh, here we g0.

When I turn around, I find him framed in the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and a thunderous expression on his face.

“Welcome home?” I greet him weakly, that statement sounding more like a question than anything else.

Sinclair’s emerald eyes begin to glow as he studies me, raking his gaze over my body from head to foot and making me positively squirm. “What do you have to say for yourself, Ella?”

“l’m making you a surprise,” I explain, realizing telling him sort of defeats the point. “Or I was – to thank you for your help with Mike.”

the estate.” He

you were

feebly. “I went

the hospital yesterday.” Sinclair rumbles, as if I could forget. “You shouldn’t be lugging around groceries or

that I needed to take guards with me if I went out, or that I had to run my plans by you first.”

“Ella, you know how crazy the media coverage has been lately, and you know I don’t go anywhere without guards and I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you are. What

trying to do something nice for you!” I exclaim,

saying you’re a prisoner. But you are a public fgure now, and you’re in delicate condition. We’re talking about taking basic precautions and keeping me in the loop. I need to know where you are, I need

hardly a risk to my health!”I argue, smothering a

You forget that I was on my own for 30 years before you came along and I did just

that a bottom dwelling a-ssh0le bankrupted and betrayed you for years

thick with emotion.

wouldn’t. But if you were vulnerable to scvm like him in the human world, you’re five times as vulnerable

suppose to know, if you don’t tell

breaking your ridiculous rules if you don’t even tell me what they are

ridiculous, they’re for your

Sinclair grits out.

didn’t answer my question.” I remark, narrowing

didn’t expect you to go galavanting around town when you’re barely recovered! I thought you would come to me if you needed something.” He grits out, his jaw

I

doing everything for yourself, and you don’t know how to ask anyone

to figure that out. He isn’t wrong – I’ve always preferred to do everything myself, because I learned the hard way that I’m the only person I

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