Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 96

Ella

“Why does it feel like this is more for my benefit than yours?” I inquire archly, watching as Sinclair pours oils and salts into a large, steaming bath.

The clever wolf knows how much I love a bubble bath, especially now that I’m pregnant. After years of constantly being dirty and even living on the street, there is nothing else that feels so luxurious to me – and I can’t think of anything more relaxing.

“Hey, I was going to get in with you- you’re the one who put your foot down.” Sinclair replies with a wolfish grin, skimming his fingers through the water to check the temperature.

“Because you have open wounds!” I exclaim, exasperated but also impatient for the preparation to be over so I can sink into the deep tub. “The doctors said you couldn’t submerge your injuries until the scabs are gone.”

Amazingly, the gashes on his back have already scabbed over. It seems that he truly wasn’t lying when he told me that shifters heal faster than humans, but I hadn’t expected him to heal quite so fast. At this rate his wounds will be mere scars in a couple of days.

“Which is why I’ll be supervising, not participating.” Dominic shrugs, I wonder if that hurts him? I ponder, watching the muscles rippling in his back. He certainly doesn’t show any signs of pain.

He’s so strong. My traitorous conscience moons, and for a moment I actually think I see stars in my eyes.

Rolling my eyes at my inner voice, I cross my arms over my chest. “The idea was to help us both relax.”I sigh, guilt gnawing at my insides.

“Believe it or not, Ella, but taking care of you does help me relax.” Sinclair declares coolly, pressing a button that triggers the whirlpool jets built into the tub. A steady thrumming sound whirs to life as the water begins to chun, foaming and bubbling even higher now.

“Oh sure, I’m sure your version of supervision will ensure neither of us get the least bit excited – as you and the doctor so elegantly put it.” I snark.

The big wolf flashes his fangs, flames dancing in his eyes as he finally turns away from the bath. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were worried about losing control with me.” He observes darkly, but I can’t imagine why that would be, unless of course your feelings for me are stronger than you’re letting on.”

“Now you’re just fishing.” I accuse, narrowing my eyes at Sinclair, even as he prowls toward me across the tiled floor.

incline towards his hairline. “Because I have

I interrupt, feeling a

you ‘re going to

thought we were past that, sweetheart.” He scolds, “didn’t you learn your lesson about actually hearing me out when I want to

is different.” I insist, “it honestly

pauses, studying me closely. He’s only a few paces away now, but the longer he observes me, the softer his ravenous

it occurred to you that part of the reason you’re so stressed is because you’re trying to fight

belong to or understand, while living a lie and dodging constant death threats.”I snap, before I can consider how the Alpha might take my words. “Can you really blame me for wanting to keep things simple in the face of all

his tracks, and I can see a great wall of guilt slam into him. I know he’s not focusing on my logic, but on the blame I’ve basically just foisted upon him. “Wait… that came out wrong.” I try to backtrack. “Dominic, I didn’t mean that any of this is

have meant it that way, but you weren’t wrong.” Sinclair declares gutturally, his face a full

were a normal man, if I hadn’t forced you into this situation, you probably

voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t force me into this, Dominic.

and plenty of healthy women develop this condition

so,” He interrupts sharply, “but our situation certainly isn’t making things any

is päcing now, resembling a tiger

beg, hiccupping

one of us planned this, neither one of us could have prepared for what the world would throw at us these last few months. I don’t blame you,

of my tears, Sinclair deflates, closing the final distance between us and pulling me

Here I am, supposed to be keeping you relaxed and I’m making

but I don’t want them to be. I begin clambering up the huge man like a monkey climbing a tree, until my arms and legs are wrapped around him and

down on the edge of the bath. “It’s okay, you’re not going to break me with a few tears, trouble.” He says

purr takes up residence in his chest as he deftly strips off my clothes. He tries to deposit me in the bath, but I won’t let go, afraid that he’ll leave if I release him. Instead he manages to pull off his slacks, shirt and boxers without dislodging me, before sinking into the tub with me still

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