Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

I can’t explain it, but for some reason Sinclair’s tender care upsets me more than if he was angry. It’s taken me a while to come back to myself -as the fog of my shock wore off and the utter safety and security of being with Sinclair thawed my frozen senses, I found my emotions slowly returning. Just not the ones I expected.

Do I want him to be angry? I wonder. Why? Because it somehow hurts me that he doesn’t seem to care that I defied him? Because I feel badly for breaking his rules and want to see that they weren’t all for show? Because I’m so angry with myself for what happened tonight, and I feel like l deserve to be punished?

I don’t have the answers to these questions, though on some level I suspect all my theories have a kernel of truth. Either way, I find myself picking an argument, rather than letting him comfort me.

Sinclair sighs, though he still doesn’t release me entirely. “! didn’t want to worry you.” He explains, his handsome features a hard mask. “There’s only been one so far, and you know I’ve been worried about your stress levels.”

“ls that why you were called away the other day?” I inquire, his sudden disappearance from the kitchen making more sense now.

“Yes.” He confirms, “lt was horrible honestly. Almost a dozen dead in broad daylight and twice as many injured. They didn’t smell like the same wolves who were in the alley with you tonight, but I’m sure they were hired by the same person.”

“The prince?” I guess , shifting my hold on the ice pack as my fingers gradually go numb.

“That’s right.” Sinclair nods. “I’ve been searching for them ever since, but I think he’s probably protecting them.”

“Will you search for the ones who came after me tonight?” I murmur, not understanding the sudden bloodlust I feel. It must be my maternal instincts responding to the threat against my pup – I’ve never wished anyone dead before, no matter what they’ve done to me, but I want nothing more than for Sinclair to destroy those cruel wolves.

Sinclair nods. “I will hunt them down and tear them to absolute pieces.” He snarls, letting out more of his wolf than I think he intended.

I’m amazed to realize I’m smiling about such a macabre idea. Frankly I’m amazed I can smile about anything so soon after the attack, even if it is a somber grin. Either way the stretch of my lips pulls on my cut, and soon my smile is a grimace of pain. “Ow, ow, ow.”

He croons, resting his forehead against

wish them harm?” I whisper, gazing into his green eyes, mere inches from

Sinclair promises, smiling himself now, “you really are becoming more like a wolf every

pang blooms in my chest. He seems so pleased every time

approve of my humanity – as if he wants me to be a wolf and will take any scraps

touching my bruise, he prompts, “Would you like to tell me why you snuck out tonight – after everything we went through

peek up at him from beneath my

the question,

me when he goes stoic and unreadable. His anger I can handle, his grim contemplation makes me fear he might decide

our surroundings. “I needed to feel human again, just for a little while. And I

you to be out without guards, you promised me you wouldn’t do this again and you broke your word at the very first opportunity.” I can see his temper flaring now, flashing in his eyes as we finally address the events which led up to the attack. “What were you thinking? After everything I’ve told you about the Prince, after everything you’ve learned is at stake

it’s your campaign, not mine.” I argue. “And I’ve turned my entire life upside down, given up

gladly give you a night to yourself.” Sinclair agreed, “but if you’re going to be out in the

want to have to ask permission just to set one foot out the front door!” I burst out. “I shouldn’t have to have babysitters just to go to the park or the grocery store. I

than you think, Ella.” Dominic confesses, “I don’t like having to drag around half a dozen people with me either,

if not for yourself, please

of me – or how difficult this is. A month ago I led a completely different existence and now everything has changed and everything I thought I knew – was wrong.

your baby – but it isn’t exactly what I wanted either. I always imagined I would share the experience with my mate and

cuts me to the core. “So we can make the best of our situation, or we can let it divide us. Now, I for one, think

my eyes. I need to get out of here before l start to cry. “And I think we’ll get there. But right now l just need some time to myself. I’m going to sleep

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