Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 63

Ella

“How are you feeling?” Sinclair asks, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The wild hunt is tonight, and I know he’s not merely asking about my morning sickness or fatigue.

“Nervous.” I confess. “Do you think..” I trail off, blushing and unsure if I can actually speak the question I need to ask.

“What is it Ella?” He inquires, coming forward with an encouraging smile.

“Do you think I could see your wolf before we go tonight, just so that l’ll recognize it when I see you?” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, but knowing Sinclair’s wolf ears will be more than capable of picking up on the sound. And so I won’t be scared. I add silently in my head.

“0f course.” He chuckles, “That’s a great idea. I should have thought of it myself.”

His powerful hands move to the buttons on his shirt, and I find myself taking a step back. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted to see my wolf, I don’t want to ruin this shirt.” He shrugs. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Right.” I breathe, “Right, of course.”

He continues stripping off his clothes, and I work hard to avert my gaze. So far I’ve been very successful in avoiding temptation by not looking at his body in these vulnerable moments, and I’m not about to change that now – on the day when it’s more important than ever that we practice self control.

“Does it hurt, shifting?” I ask, staring at my fidgeting fingers.

“It does the first time.” Sinclair shares, “The first time is almost unbearable, it takes hours and hours, but once you’ve gotten it over with it happens fast as lightning, too quickly for you to feel the pain of your bones breaking and rearranging.”

I feel suddenly lightheaded,

you when you shift the

make the change when they go through puberty.” Sinclair informs

through this sort of grisly shift,

was as painful as anyone else’s. But my father was with me, he got me through it, just like l’ll do

sigh, feeling relieved to know Sinclair will help guide our child through the process. I can imagine Henry was a

probably the first time he’s ever been unclothed when I’m not, and I’m amazed at how much stronger I feel with my own body covered. I

part of me resents his constant strength.

“Yes, sorry.” I flush.

He murmurs, “and don’t get close to me until after l’ve shifted, you don’t want to be within reach

my pulse pounding

way he did last night at the stone circle. I keep my eyes on him, watching with horrified fascination as he ensures he’s not near anything breakable, then disappears. There’s a loud crack and the air seems to go blurry, I

wide as saucers, and I feel my jaw going slack. “That’s not a wolf that’s a bear!” I blurt out, saying the first thought which came to my

than any natural wolf and probably almost as tall as I am – gives me an affronted look,

quickly amend, still trying to reconcile the fact that the beast in front of me is actually the man who spends every night wrapped around

eyes, sitting on the rug and waiting patiently for me to recover

with

gutter. “Not like that! You know what I mean.” I’m amazed that anyone could manage to be so suggestive without speaking a word, or even possessing

his silly side always surprises me. Suddenly it seems positively hilarious that Dominic Sinclair is sitting in front of me with the squirmy energy of a puppy, and I realize that he’s holding himself back from approaching me until l’m comfortable

– Can I touch

It takes a minute for me to find the courage to move my leadened feet, but I manage. I slowly cross the room, feeling terribly anxious to be approaching a creature out of the horror stories I grew up fearing, even though I

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