Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair

I’m watching Eila retreat, wishing I could read her complex mind as easily as I can read her body language.

My wolf is angry with me for upsetting her, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. She liked k!ssing me, there’s no doubt about that. I also don’t know why she would ever think l’m the casual type – because l’m anything but.

Still, she seemed to be telling the truth when she said she didn’t want more. What am I supposed to do with that information?

Ella is clearly feeling off-kilter, and it’s my responsibility to center her – but if she won’t tell me why she’s feeling agitated, how am I supposed to help her? I know exactly what I would do if she was a she-wolf, but I don’t know if a human would react the same way. My wolf wants me to try – he’s completely convinced that Ella is like any other out-of-sorts mate, who just needs a firm hand to remind her who’s in charge so she’ll share her worries with us. After all, she made me promise to communicate more – shouldn’t that go both ways?

I’m so caught up in my head l almost don’t realize that the Prince is approaching me, a knowing smirk dominating his features. “I remember those days,” He remarks. “When you first meet your mate and you can’t keep your hands off each other – when you miss them even though they’ve only left the room for a moment. It’s a wonder you haven’t marked her yet.”

My blood begins to boil so quickly that I’ve barely processed his words before my wolf is clawing at the surface of my skin. The only person who knows that Ella hasn’t been marked is Roger… if the Prince knows too, it’s because my brother told him.

I’m not surprised by Roger’s betrayal. He’s had it out for me since day one, and his heroics with the rogues was always highly suspect. It was much too convenient that he happened to turn up just in the knick of time when Ella needed him that fateful night, and his overtures of friendship in the time since have been completely out of character. For a moment I wondered if he truly did have a soft spot for the human – if anyone is capable of thawing his frozen heart, it’s my Ella, but now the truth is clear.

More importantly, the crown and the Kingdom are on the line. If people think something is off with Ella and I they’ll lose confidence in my ability to lead. We have to appear strong and united to pull this off, and Goddess forbid if anyone begins to suspect we aren’t truly mated, it could ruin everything. There’s no doubt in my mind that the Prince will use this information as ammunition against me in the campaign unless I can convince him it would be a mistake to make it public. If he believes it will backfire on him, he won’t share it, and the only way I know how to make him think this is by marking Ella and showing him the evidence, or selling the same lie I told my brother.

The former option is more tempting than I’d like to admit. My wolf is already urging me to mark Ella despite the fact that she’s human and it’s impossible for her to be my mate. He wants her, and he doesn’t seem to care about any of the difficulties or details. Already, I hear his voice growling mine, every time I lay eyes on her. But it can’t happen, I’d never be able to mark her without damaging her delicate flesh. For all I know the force of the bite could permanently injure her.

know I pride myself on self-control.” I finally answer the Prince,

waiting until

scoffs, “Self-control, or

Alpha. If your mate isn’t taking the edge

passion, and I can’t imagine a more perfect fit for my own desires. Sometimes I feel guilty for comparing her to Lydia- but they’re so

would give herself completely – she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She throws herself, body and soul, into everything she does – leading with her heart. The challenge with her is convincing her to take the leap. I can see how skittish she is after Mike’s

not want anything

being with someone without an emotional connection? Or does she feel as strongly as

for the m@ting ceremony, then?” The Prince prompts me, seeming

this time I am lying. We’ve made no

c0ckier now, “You really think you can get through

I repeat, though in truth I’m very worried about this. l’d started to warn Ella before she rushed away, but the Prince’s mocking makes me more determined than ever to hold out. “We’ll be mated

already assuming l’ll win the campaign and that Ella and I will have no problems delivering the Kingdom its heir. Besides, the pack will eat up the idea of a Royal Wedding far more eagerly than they would a private ceremony for a contender. Some people might vote for me just for the Occasion

your victory.” The Prince continues, his tone much too smug for my liking. It’s obvious he’s just trying to push back at my own power play, but there’s something about his smirk that makes me worry his confidence isn’t all

the campaign or not.” I shrug. “Only the Goddess knows what the future will hold in that regard, but I know my m@ting day with Ella will be one for the ages, King

laughs humorlessly. “That’s one way