Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 47

Sinclair

I’m resolved to buy Ella a ring tomorrow, but we still have to get through tonight first.

She was distant on the ride home, sitting across from me in the back of the limo rather than tucked up against my side the way I prefer. Moreover she didn’t say a word until we got back to the house, and then her only message was that she wanted to sleep in her own rooms this evening.

“Are you angry with me?” I ask, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“No, I just think a little space would be good for us.”

She answers, hugging herself in a clear defensive move.

Maybe she’s right, I think, though it’s not easy to hear my thoughts with my wolf snarling in protest. I still haven’t gotten to the bottom of her reluctance to indulge our shared desires, and I don’t want to press her if she really isn’t interested. Even if she is, I think it would be a mistake to push her too hard or fast and risk spooking her. “Okay.” I agree eventually. “I’ll notify the guards.

My wolf is whining like a pup as I stride away from her, and I can’t believe how attached I’ve become to the sweet human in so short a time. I don’t like letting her out of my sight when I know she’s under threat, but this is so much more than that. I’ve gotten so used to sleeping with her warm little body snuggled in my arms or sprawled out on top of me, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to rest without her.

As I prepare for bed, I try to make my wolf settle, but it’s nearly impossible. In the end, I realize I didn’t scent mark Ella tonight, and if anything will calm my wolf, I imagine that will. I pull on a t-shirt over my pajama bottoms and set off towards her rooms, knowing precisely how ridiculous I’m being and not giving à damn.

However when I arrive outside Ella’s rooms I immediately pick up on a strange tension among the guards. I look around at them curiously, but their stiff postures are only compounded by their refusal to look me in the eye. A moment later a soft whimper emanates through Ella’s door, and I understand. It’s not a sound of worry, sadness or fear, but one absolutely dripping with s3x.

hear more sounds: the slight rustle of the bed sheets; the gentle glide of deft fingers sliding over wet flesh; uneven and excited breathing; and

though she probably wouldn’t mind if she realized just how open shifters are about s3x. Even my men weren’t embarrassed, simply nervous over my reaction to them being near Ella at an int!mate moment.

using her protection as an excuse to eavesdrop, I put myself in Ella’s shoes and recall how humiliated she would feel about so many strangers hearing her in this state. Leaving her unguarded isn’t an option,

to Ella finding her pleasure this way, because every small pant and m0an fills my head with

imagine exactly what she’s doing, and the tiny sounds she emits every now and then egg my

near frenzy, demanding we go in and put a stop to this immediately. I should be

for not making her needs known to me, then bury my face between her legs and feast until

remind myself furiously, trying not to

the k!ss, my

might be related or it might be the pregnancy, her h0rmones, or

be able to restrain myself or my wolf. I’m hard as a rock on my slacks, and as soon as Ella’s need

and my wolf is quickly running out of patience. I can’t understand his behavior. I’ve had s3x with plenty of she-wolves over the years, and he’s only ever pushed me to claim Lydia, no matter how much I cared about the women

I couldn’t mark Ella even if I wanted

somewhere else,He suggests wistfully, completely ignoring my logic. And

tempting the idea is. Mating marks are so intimate because they require allowing another wolf to wrap their jaws around your most vulnerable

just think about how amazing it would feel. My

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