Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

I peek up at Sinclair from beneath my lashes, trying to gauge his frustration level. It’s obvious he’s displeased that I defied him, but I can tell he’s also glad to be home after what was certainly a very long day. Moreover, I think my words to his father helped assuage some of his guilt, and he’s feeling more affectionate towards me than he might have a few minutes ago.

“I have to say that I missed you?” I profess, sliding my arms around his neck. “And you’re the most handsome man in the whole world?”

Sinclair flashes his fangs, emitting a dark chuckle and swinging my legs up into his arms “Flirting with me isn’t going to get you out of this, Sweetheart.” He ducks his head and steals a k!ss before mounting the stairs up to his room, “though it’s very cute to watch you try.”

“Who said I was just flirting?” I object, leaning my head against his chest, “I really did miss you.”

Sinclair doesn’t pause as he carts me up to the fifth floor, never breaking a sweat or getting short of breath. The way he acts you’d think I’m as light as a feather – though with his supernatural strength it probably feels that way. “I missed you too.” He finally replies, pushing through the bedroom door. “I hate being so far from home when these things strike.”

“You must have had a really rough afternoon.” I observe, studying his drawn features and fatigued demeanor.

Sinclair drops onto the sofa, keeping me in his lap,

“Rough is an understatement.” He sighs, sounding as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Of course, this isn’t far from the truth. I snuggle closer to him, wishing there was something I could do to ease the monumental burdens he’s shouldering. A contented rumble vibrates in his chest, and Sinclair smiles down at me. “It’s getting better by the minute though.”

I tilt my face up to his, silently asking for a k!ss.

He arches a brow and for a moment I’m afraid he’ll reject my affection, but I needn’t have worried.

Sinclair lowers his lips to mine, and my heart begins to race. The moment our lips touch electricity zings through my body, setting my nerve endings alight. It’s every bit as thrilling and all-consuming as the first time, and I quickly find myself getting carried away in the experience.

Unfortunately it ends much to0 soon. Sinclair pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine and purring, “You can’t distract me with k!sses either, little one”

He grimaces, and I know I’m not going to like what he says next. “Besides, k!ssing is a gateway drug.

We’ve got to try to stop.” His arms tightened around me as he spoke, as if his body didn’t agree with his words – or maybe it was his wolf.

Adopting an innocent expression, I reply. “I have no idea what you mean. A gateway to what?”

than the first, because just like he said, it’s getting harder and harder to stop the longer we continue. My blood heats to a sultry simmer, and wetness pools at my center as Sinclair’s lips, teeth and tongue go to work, making

It’s a crushing reminder that I’m not enough for him – that l’ll never

mumur, trying to keep my voice steady. “And you’re right –

you already are – just that it would mean we could

tears as I disentángle myself from his arms, and move to the cushion beside him. “It’s okay,

shouldn’t have said it.” Sinclair insists fiercely, reaching for me as if he wants to pull me back into his lap. He stops himself when I stiffen, seeming to realize I need some space

that I’m finding it difficult to sit still. The last thing I need is for Sinclair to know how excited

nostrils flair, and his eyes begin

wonder if he’s scenting my arousal, but a moment later he’s cursing and rising to his

to go take a shower. You should try to

flirting and k!sses can’t get me out of trouble, but

with it. Despite the statement,

in the

3rd Person

of the royal palace, the Prince

the coroner had immediately declared suspicious circumstances upon

unforgivable offense. He couldn’t believe that anyone would dare to do something so brazen, and his rage was spiraling out of control. As soon as he figured out who was responsible for this crime, he was going to make sure they paid in the most painful way

and forth in his head, positively rabid in grief and fury. She hadn’t been his fated mate, but he’d claimed her all the same. And though he certainly

with the she-wolves in his bed – whether they liked it or wanted to be there in the first place. But none of the others responded so perfectly as his wife. It truly was like she was made for him – she cried when he wanted her to cry, screamed

time they were together, a shaft of light abruptly reflected in the window. The door

to recognize Lydia, but once he did, he growled, “How

guards I wasn’t to

Lydia shrugged,

want?” The

to offer my help.” Lydia replied, taking on a gentle tone that didn’t suit her in the least. “I know what it’s like to

to know it’s too soon for you to

didn’t think you would appreciate

answered. “Since I know who killed the