Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 71

Ella

Every instinct I possess is telling me to get away from Sinclair as fast as I can, but he catches me around the wa!st before I can move two feet. I know I’ve made a terrible mistake, and I don’t have any idea where the impulse to strike him came from. I’ve never raised a hand against anyone in my life, and certainly not a man as dangerous as Sinclair – a predator who could snap me up in one bite.

When I’m yanked to a stop in his arms, I panic. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I don’t know what happened.” I exclaim, squirming despite my injuries. He lugs me up against his chest, keeping my body flush against him.

Sinclair emits a dark chuckle, and I realize he hasn’t lost his temper. Far from it, he’s entirely in control, but he’s also not going to let me get away with hitting him.

Tsk, sweet Ella, I know exactly what happened.” He purrs, “but you’re not sorry – not yet anyway.” His lips graze my ear, his deep voice turning my insides to jelly, “But you will be”

“Dominic please-“I beg, squirming in his arms, desperately trying to free myself from his grasp.

“I warned you, Iittle one. This was your last strike.”

He answers coolly, “Now stop wriggling before you hurt yourself.”

At once I’m struck by the difference I feel being trapped in his arms. If one of those rogues had caught me, I would have been too afraid to anger them to risk rebelling. After all, I’ve experienced the dreadful paralysis that occurs when you’re too terrified to fight back against an attacker more than once. Yet I feel no such fear with Sinclair. I know he means to punish me, and yet I feel completely safe.

The ball gown is stripped from my body, and Sinclair settles on the bed, laying my body face down over his lap. “What are you doing?” I whimper, trying to rear up.

One of Sinclair’s massive palms settles at the base of my spine, holding me in place as his free hand traces the curve of my bare bottom. “What do you think I’m doing?” He inquires, sounding as though he’s taking far too much pleasure in this.

“You can’t be serious!” I protest, “This is barbaric!

I’m not a child!”

Sinclair croons, still grazing his fingers over my skin and making the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs swell and plump with rushing blood. “you’re not a child, which means you should know better

pregnant,”I remind him, hoping he’ll take mercy. “You could hurt

harmed unborn pups my kind would

massaging the tense muscles of my lower back. “Breeding she-wolves need to

another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone

that’s fine for you and your twisted were-friends, but I’m not into that sort of thing!” I insist, trying to ignore the flames engulfing my body. I can

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no. I think. It’s too embarrassing! I’m sure I’ve never been this

fair, Why am I still provoking you’re not the boss of me!” him? Why am I not begging

discipline. When the first swat finally lands, I rear up, crying out in protest. I’m sure Sinclair is

can l feel safer being confined by his strong arms than I did when I was lashing out wildly

like a hellcat, furious that he’s doing this and yet more turned on than

worst part is his deliciously dirty words, telling me what a

and let go of my own control . When his relentless swats finally slow, I catch myself

over?” l ask miserably, trying to sound

it would be,” Sinclair shares, sounding resigned now. “But you need to cry, Ella. You need to deal with the

to.”I m0an, feeling very

going to help you.” Sinclair promises, stroking my spine. “And afterwards I promise l’ll

don’t want to cry.” I confess,

Sinclair asks. “What’s so terrible about

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