Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

“Wait what?!” I exclaim, certain that I must be hearing things. Sinclair can’t have possibly just said what I think he did.

He smiles, tracing circles on the soft skin of my belly. “You heard me.” He teases.

“Completely n*ked?” I gape, blushing at the idea alone. “Everyone? Even the children?”

“I’ve told you, shifters don’t associate nudity with s3x the way that humans do. It’s our natural state.”

Sinclair explains gently. “No one feels self conscious, because there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I should have known something was up when he came in this afternoon and woke me from my nap, climbing into bed behind me and sliding his hand underneath the hem of my top so he could feel the baby.

I’d whined at being disturbed, but cuddled closer to him anyway, stretching into his tender car3sses like a sleepy kitten. Only once I was purring with contentment did he broach the subject he’d come to discuss.

The fourth night of the Solstice festival is apparently devoted to something called moonbathing. I’d hesitated over this idea when Aileen first showed me the schedule, but had been so distracted by the idea of the wild hunt and the masquerade ball that I hadn’t been able to focus on it. Now, however, I can’t focus on anything else.

Sinclair has just explained that the moonbathing ritual involves stripping off one’s clothes and anointing our bodies with oil, then laying out in the full moon’s light.

l’d been okay with this up until the point when Sinclair clarified that it would happen at a sacred stone circle – surrounded by other shifters.

“But… it’s also natural to be curious about other people’s bodies, doesn’t everyone stare? Doesn’t that bother you?” I squeak, thinking of all the times I’ve been uncomfortable beneath the male gaze when fully clothed, and not wanting to even imagine how much worse it would be n*ked.

“It doesn’t bother me to be studied or admired,” Sinclair shrugs, looking down at me intently. “But I can understand how that might be different if I was a human woman, and used to being looked at like an object. You have to realize that male wolves don’t disrespect she-wolves that way.”

“So when you were with Lydia, it didn’t bother you for your mate to be n*ked in front of other men?” I don’t think I would be so generous if the tables were turned, in fact I’m already thinking about all the she-wolves that will undoubtedly be checking out Sinclair and I do not like it.

“No shifter would be stupid enough to lay their eyes on the Alpha’s mate in the manner you’re thinking – not if they want to keep their heads connected to their bodies.” Sinclair assures me. “And if they’re envious, it’s no threat to me. In fact I enjoy having a partner others covet, it just goes to show I won the lottery, and reminds me to be the best mate l can, so that I’ll be worthy of her.

trophy – that was exactly what Mike did and I know it’s a from being truly valued or respected. At the same tine, Sinclair

to sniff around her despite my claim, or set a single paw on her.” He growls wordlessly, sending shivers

caught up thinking shifters are so far ahead of humans, and then you

“We all have our

notching

replies warmly, his fingers dancing over my bare skin in increasingly sensuous patterns. “You’re the fiercest little ball of mischief I’ve ever encountered, but you’re also the sweetest thing l’ve ever seen,” He purrs, “or held..” His l!ps drop to

of that.” I object, pushing his

in front of a hundred strangers.” I admonish, my voice trailing off as the reality of the

be doing is trying to figure out if you’re showing yet. This is a royal baby, remember.” He says,

since I stood in front of the mirror and glared at my middle, willing it to show signs

you sure about that?” Sinclair arches a brow.

like a

I can look down at my stomach, even though sitting up puts my neck dangerously close to Sinclair’s mouth again. I can almost feel him thinking about stealing more k!sses while I’m distracted. Ever since we admitted that we’re attracted to each other, he’s been more forward about showing me

my shirt bunched up beneath my bre-asts. It’s hard to see anything with his palm in the way, so he

enough I’m surprised to see the smallest of swellings just north of my pelvis. I suppose part of shifters’ short gestation is seeing these changes much sooner than expected, but that

the next thing I know he’s k!ssing my belly – once, twice,

no k!sses.” I scold him, earning myself a low rumble

He insists, a devious, wolfish grin on his face.

I reply tartly,

k!ssing me again before slyly adding, “But then he

but I’m blushing too. And more than that, l’m amazed to think the tiny life growing inside me knows what l’m feeling this way. It didn’t seem strange when the doctors told me he could sense my stress, but

tightens in my chest as I contemplate this idea, that we have a bond every bit as strong as Sinclair’s, I

stops his teasing and crawls back up

What is it sweetheart?”

hiccup, shaking my head. “It’s h0rmones, that’s