Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

Sinclair is watching me struggle through the idea that he somehow shared my dream, that he knows everything I said – secrets I would never admit if l’d known he wasn’t just some fantasy my sleeping brain cooked up. I just admitted how deeply l’m attracted to him, how much he turns me on.

l can’t believe how shamelessly I rubbed myself all over him -I might as well have been a dog in heat, practically begging him to make love to me.

I did beg, I realize belatedly, And he left. He walked away even though I was his for the taking. He must have thought my behavior was pathetic. He’s wanted to k!ss me in the past, he even said he wanted me in the dream, but that was before I debased myself that way. I suppose that sort of thing isn’t befitting of a Luna at all.

Suddenly Mike’s voice sounds in my head, and I remember the way he belittled me for liking s3x. You’re a stunner, Ella, but you’re too eager. Men don’t want a girl whose legs fall open at the first opportunity – show a little class. He never realized it was the physical int!macy I liked, never connected the dots that s3x with him was more about conception and closeness than pleasure. It would be different with Sinclair, I can tell that much already. I find more pleasure with him in the f0replay than I ever found with Mike in ten years of being together. He’s awakened parts of my body I didn’t even know existed – and now he knows it.

Sinclair is still stroking and petting me, and I can’t take it. I’ve got to put some distance between us or I’II lose it. I wrench myself out of his arms, and he lets me go – again, the little voice in my head moans. I climb out of the bed and though my cheeks are already flooded with heat, I can feel myself flushing deeper still. “. you… that was real?” I stutter, trying to comprehend the impossible.

“No, it was a dream,” Sinclair explains. “But we shared it. Bonded mates often visit each other in their dreams.”

“But we aren’t mates, I’m not even a shifter.” I protest. “How did this happen?”

“As you said, it must be another gift from the baby.”

Sinclair replies easily.

“So you knew, all along, that it was real?” I gape, my embarrassment and shame quickly giving way to outrage. “And that I had no idea?”

“Yes.” He confirms gravely. “I knew.”

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” I burst out, feeling like I might cry. “You had to know l wouldn’t have said or done those things if l’d known! I was vulnerable and you took advantage!”

Sinclair rises from the bed, unfolding his big body and prowling after me. I can see now that he isn’t as unaffected by this situation as I initially thought. His eyes are blazing and his muscles racked with tension.

“Ella, I might be a shifter, but there are limits

invitation, and you called me to your dream, not the other way around. I got caught up in the moment just like you did. I couldn’t resist.. not until you

I didn’t even know I was doing it?” I question, confusion swirling around me

the muscle twitches. “I was telling the truth about the power you have over

myself, unsure what to make of this new information. I want to believe him, as terrifying as that is,

did

a thread. “Because you thought it was just a fantasy and I’m trying

I wasn’t interested in being with him, part of me is deeply disappointed. I know l’m being contrary and hormonal, but I can’t help it. I

me, pinning me in

you

maybe I was being too

to move. I peek up at him hesitantly, and find a fierce expression on his handsome face. “Any man who wants a lover without passion is an idiot. Yours is electrifying, and knowing I can set you alight makes me feel more powerful than anything else. Your ‘eagerness’ as you call

drop my gaze to the floor, staring at my feet. His words warm me through and through, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Still, I can’t help thinking that this is

demands.

it seriously. Still, l can’t help but remember the second half of his statement – he doesn’t waste his

and it deserves two

so sure you’d end up as exes? She inquires. You’re predicting the

of the day he’s going to end up with a she-wolf who can rule by his side. I’m playing a dangerous game here pretending to be something I’m not, and it’s safer for everyone involved if

he taps his finger lightly against my temple. “You wanna tell me what’s

drawing in a shakey breath. “If we

head into his hand. “Listen Ella” He broaches carefully. “I don’t need to know why you don’t want to get involved, but I don’t have unlimited self-control. If you invite me into your dreams in

I was doing any of that.” I say, “not for real. I don’t even know

be up front with you about where I am with