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.

bed sheets; the gentle glide of deft fingers sliding over wet

is divided over what to do – I doubt she wants me to hear this either, 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. She might not be my

to wonder if I’m 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

finding her pleasure this way, because every small pant and

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

to this immediately. I should be the one pleasuring her, she shouldn’t have to

now, give her lush bottom a few swats for not making her needs known to

she isn’t mine. I remind myself furiously, trying not to

the k!ss, my wolf reasons, she’s probably thinking of us

know that. I caution. She didn’t want to get involved, remember? Her current need might be related or it might be the pregnancy, her h0rmones, or simply the fact that she’s a living breathing

in there now, I won’t be able to restrain myself or my wolf. I’m hard as a rock on my slacks, and as soon as Ella’s need for

out of patience. I can’t understand his behavior. I’ve had s3x with plenty of she-wolves

that I couldn’t mark Ella even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. right?

suggests wistfully, completely ignoring my logic. And don’t even pretend like that idea doesn’t tempt

doesn’t matter how tempting the idea is. Mating marks are so intimate because they require allowing another wolf to wrap their jaws around your most vulnerable spot. It would defeat the

about how amazing it would

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