Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair

When I reach the address Cora supplied, it’s all I can do to keep my temper in check. She hadn’t explained what happened, only that she and Ella needed to be picked up from a nightclub. I was able to stay calm while I got the details from her, but I found my anger growing exponentially the closer I drew to my disobedient little human.

After everything that happened when she snuck out to see my father, I can’t believe she defied me again.

However as soon as I round the corner of the alley behind the venue, my fury evaporates.

I’m not even sure of what l’m seeing at first. Roger is standing near the back door, na.ked, disheveled and bruised. The scent of strange wolves reeks to high heaven, and blood is splattered over the ground leading away from the club, along with numerous large pawprints. Cora is standing between me and Ella, her taller frame shielding my pup’s mother from view. She looks unharmed but a bit shaken, dressed in a tight red frock.

Roger stiffens at the sight of me, and Cora turns to face me, finally revealing Ella. Her arms are wrapped around her body, and she’s wearing a glittery black mini dress and heels. She’s staring at the ground, her energy agitated and withdrawn at once. There’s a huge black and blue bruise on her high cheekbone, and a cut on her l!p, dried blood congealed around the wound.

I rush forward, surprised when Cora intercepts me, a pleading expression on her face. “Please be gentle – she’s in shock.”

I immediately skirt around her, reaching for Ella.

Roger and Cora both raise their hands to stop me, “No!” It’s as if they think my touch might frighten Ella, but as soon as our bodies connect the tension seeps out of Ella like a dam bursting.

She comes to me instinctively, letting me gather her to my che.st and nestling close to my body. Her small hands cling to my shirt as her nose presses to my che.st, breathing in my scent.

Roger and Cora look on with confusion, and I wonder if Ella had been afraid of their touch. The obvious implications of why she would feel that way pour over me, and I hold her tighter. “What happened?” I ask, glaring at Roger. If it weren’t for Ella’s obvious need of comfort, I might have already attacked him. Seeing any man this close to her when she’s injured was a violent trigger.

Roger answers simply. “I caught their scent near my house and followed them. When I arrived they had Ella cornered. They were

were sent to kill her, but they obviously wanted to have a bit of

Ella, the way she trembles at Roger’s description, or the fact that he brought up their intentions in front of her. Ella burrows closer to

before I arrived.. it didn’t look like

voice. My wolf is going berserk in my head, and I want nothing more than to hunt down the men responsible and rip them to shreds. “Did they touch you?” I demand, stroking her hair. She shakes her head against my che.st, and I catch the sound of a hiccup – as if she’s holding back sobs. She still won’t look at me, and I realize

no doubt referring to her sister’s battered face. “But she wouldn’t really talk about it. She just kept saying she’s fine and she wanted to

dancing and then… I don’t know, I think

it sounds like we both owe Roger our thanks.” I hate saying these words, and I find all of these

nail on the head, and the red flags are only compounded by the fact that my brother managed to find Ella just in time to leap to her rescue. Still, I don’t want to let him on to my suspicions. If it happens the way he says, then | do owe him my thanks, and if it didn’t, I need to play my cards close to my che.st

leave Ella, but eventually she departs with Roger, giving me another imploring look as they walk away. If I had to guess I’d presume she’s asking me not to be too harsh with her sister, but she

still as quiet as a mouse. The car ride home

first aid kit. Ella leans back against the mirror, her face devoid of all emotion. “Come here, let me look at you.” I instruct when I’ve retrieved

cheek is swelling quickly, it’s bright red center showing just how close the blow came to breaking her skin. The cut on her l!p seems minor, but the amount

begin cleaning the cut, causing Ella hiss and wince, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I croon. “It has to be done.” Ella sniffles and clamps her eyes shut as I continue working, determined to suffer through it without complaint. Of course, when I switch out the water for alcohol, she practically leaps off the counter, whimpering so pitifully my heart aches. “Shh baby,

ask a little later, pressing a cloth wrapped ice pack to her cheek. She flinches, but replaces my hand

told you.” She murmurs, silently submitting as I strip off her dress to check

relieved not to find any other wounds, and when I press

unease – no doubt caused by Jane’s fear – it now seems relieved to be safely home with us both. “I want to hear it from you.” I press gently. “Roger and Cora don’t know