Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair

It doesn’t take me long to catch up with Lydia. Once l caught her scent on Ella, it was easy to track her through the fair. I leave the feast pavilion and set off into the twinkling lights, finally spotting her in front of one of the food stalls near the snow maze. She’s standing in line for mulled wine, and she looks exactly like she did the last time l saw her.

I wait for the familiar tug on my heartstrings, for our bond to trigger my wolf – to hear him chanting mine in my head the way he does with Ella. But it never comes. I don’t feel compelled to claim her, or even to approach her. If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been sniffing around Ella and my pup, I wouldn’t even consider going near her. I’m amazed to realize that – after all this time I’m finally free of her influence. I’m finally over her, and she no longer holds any power over me.

When did that happen? I wonder. The last time I saw her was over a year ago, and though I hadn’t felt anything like affection for her, my wolf had still recognized our mate just like always. There was chemistry between us even though l’d wanted nothing to do with her. Then again, maybe the fact that I felt so much animosity for her then was evidence of lingering feelings. I can honestly say I feel nothing for her now, and that seems much more final than when I still held our past against her.

Taking a steadying breath, I approach. Lydia turns to face me when I’m still a few paces away, and she gasps in surprise. “Dominic!”

I feel my hackles raise instinctively. I don’t believe her show of surprise for one moment. She obviously knew I was here because she helped Ella in the bathroom, and my scent was all over the little human. In fact, knowing Lydia, she’d probably approached Ella in order to engineer this exact situation.

I’m annoyed with myself for playing into her hands – but I also couldn’t do otherwise. A jealous female is a threat to a breeding she-wolf, especially when the title of Luna is on the line.

“What are you doing here, Lydia?” I demand coolly, not bothering to greet her.

“Oh come now, Dominic, is that any way to greet your mate?” Lydia smiles, batting her lashes.

“Don’t do that,” I growl. “We haven’t been mates for a long time now, and I know you approached Ella –what are you up to?”

“We might not be married anymore but we’ll always be mates, whether you like it or not.” She reminds me, her smile dimming but not disappearing. “And I was curious. I heard you found a new Luna and I wanted to see my replacement for myself.”

“Ella isn’t your replacement.”I bite back, “She’s nothing to do with you at all.”

“But she seems awfully meek for

my mate, or dignify your comments with a response.”

new husband anyway, surely you

back in the Bloodbane pack. He doesn’t like

doesn’t care, or if she’s sneaking around behind his back. I don’t know an Alpha alive who would allow his Luna to

he needs to know

answers archly,

me you were willing to go to all this trouble just to

laughs humorlessly. “l guess the damsel act works, you were never this protective

loved you with all my heart – even after I realized you only married

pretends to look offended. “How can

me his heir.”I recall, “remind me, how many years did you stay with Roger after figuring out I was your true mate? And

it, but our bond presented itself when I was just sixteen- two years before my father

I would have done anything to be with her. I couldn’t see her for the scheming social climber she is – but

years on him hoping to become Luna. I should have listened to my wolf from the beginning.

maybe we’d be in exactly the same place we are now.” I counter. I wish I could tell her how easy it had been for Ella to conceive with me. That even after the damage Mike did to her ovaries, one simple insem!nation had done the trick when years of trying hadn’t gotten Lydia and I anywhere. I might point it out if I

She frowns. “I obviously gave up on you too quickly. I blamed you for our

now it all makes sense. She’s back because she knows I’m not sterile, but she still can’t conceive with her husband. “Go home, Lydia.” I

your husband. You’re still young. It wasn’t in the cards for

know she’s not strong

lashes. “Keep her as a plaything if you like, but don’t put her in charge. If you care about her you wouldn’t subject her to that pressure. Let me come back, we can keep trying and if it doesn’t work