Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 97

“Well, I guess that settles that.” I muse, staring at the image dominating the narrow screen of my smartphone. Granted, it was sent by the woman I saved as Satan’s Mistress” in my contacts and is centered right below the photo of Lydia and Sinclair in bed together, but there’s no mistaking the sight of a positive pregnancy test.

I’ve taken enough home tests in my life to understand what the two pink lines filling the small results window mean – they’re the sight I wished for a thousand times but never saw.

I’m trying to keep the pain and disappointment out of my voice so that Sinclair won’t know how upset I am, though I don’t know why I bother. It seems he can read me like a book, even at the best of times.

Whether he can sense it or not, I’m devastated to know Lydia is pregnant, that her scheme worked. Even though this solves some of our problems, I hate to think that she’s getting rewarded for her duplicity, and I despise the idea of Sinclair starting a family with anyone else – even if it’s in my baby’s best interest.

“Not yet it doesn’t.” Sinclair replies, his big body still Wrapped around me in our bed. “Not until I know the test is real, and even then – it might not be my pup. I wouldn’t put anything past Lydia at this point.”

“So you have to go see her?” I guess, fighting the strange but increasingly familiar urge to growl.

“Yes.” He confirms, not sounding any more excited about it than I am. He shifts my body beneath his, balancing his weight on his elbows. “I’ll go by her hotel on my lunch break.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I question, sliding my hands over his muscular chest. “What if she tries to drug you again, or pull some other kind of trick?”

“She succeeded last time because she bribed a waitress to put something in my drink.” He reminds me, sharing the details we learned after his guards investigated the staff at the bar he’d visited that fateful night. “I didn’t know she was anywhere in the vicinity, or I would have been much more careful. I’m not going to let my guard down with her.”

“Fine,” I huff, “but if she lays a hand on you I’m going to rip her head off.” I remark, already fantasizing about doing just that.

“oh I see,” Sinclair answers, a teasing note in his voice. “

So you can rip peoples heads off but I can’t?”

“Yes.” I reply primly, “because in my case it’s just a fantasy, in yours it’s an actual possibility.”

Sinclair chuckles, nuzzling my neck and pausing to nibble the spot where it meets my shoulder. “I bet you could rip off some heads if you really wanted to.” He states, sounding as if the idea pleases him very much.

You should have seen yourself trying to go after the driver who hit me.”

you didn’t let

of my clavicle. “Not allowed out of bed, not allowed to slaughter your enemies. What did you ever do to

the keys to my jail cell”I challenge, arching my chest in a blatant attempt to encourage him downward. Unfortunately – or fortunately I suppose, he has

soon as the doctor clears you, sweetheart.” Sinclair promises, lifting his

that I was so distracted by my medical condition and

can talk about that later.” Sinclair announces, “I have a few other updates for you, but there

tangle our legs together. I know he’s getting ready to scent mark me, which means he’s also getting

made me a bit clingy, since I

his hands to stroke the length of my leg. “You trying to stop me from leaving, trouble?” He asks, pausing to massage the muscles

lie, adopting an innocent

just like feeling close

my pulse point. “Now be a good girl

stall him, to keep him in bed with me forever, I inquire. “Dominic, if I’m on bed rest then why do you need to scent mark me? I’m

challenge. “We don’t know that for sure, what if some other wolf comes

they get past all your guards?”

can never trust wolves.” He declares, his fangs extending in

in my bed.” I laugh, trying not to squirm

human, are you worried I might gobble you up?” Sinclair teases, his voice a low rumble that makes my insides

why I need to smell like you just to lie in bed all day.” I

insists, raking his dark gaze over

mine whether you’re in public

his own, and though my inner feminist wants to be outraged, I can’t deny how delicious it feels to be wanted this way – especially by a man such as Sinclair. “Why is it I feel like I’m talking to your wolf right now, rather than you?” I joke, knowing full weil that this is exactly the case. From the moment I challenged him about scent marking, his inner animal

and I are one in the same.” Sinclair reasons, even as he pulls off my night dress and begins to

start acting like a treasure-obsessed dragon whơ’s mistaken me for

a foreboding expression. “How dare you, you’re so much more than some trinket or trophy,

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