Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair

I decide to work from home for the rest of the day.

I’m so amazed by everything that’s happening, and overwhelmed by how much our lives have changed in the last 48 hours. Two days ago I was grieving the relationship I believed was impossible, wishing against all logic that Ella could be a wolf. Now all our dreams have come true, yet I feel reluctant to trust these changes. It’s all too wonderful, even if mysterious forces have clearly been at work – pulling the strings of our lives from far away.

I hate the idea that someone has been watching and manipulating us from afar – even if it is the Goddess. Still, the Goddess isn’t what frightens me most. The thing that frightens me most is knowing that someone out there knows the truth about Ella, they know secrets she and I have yet to uncover, and might use them against us. True, it seems that bringing us together was for our benefit, but the picture is never clear until it’s complete. Shifters in this city know exactly how vulnerable Ella is Iight now, and we can’t wake her wolf for another three and a half months, at least.

Around seven I realize that I’m not going to get any more work done this evening. Instead I head upstairs to my bedroom, expecting to find my sweet mate resting before dinner. Instead, I walk in to find Ella out of bed and pacing, overflowing with anxious energy. The second thing I notice is that every pillow, blanket and cushion in the linen closet has been piled onto the bed, and the canopy curtains drawn closed.

Ella stops in her tracks when she sees me, wringing her hands. “Baby, what is it?” I ask, crossing over to her. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not right. I’ve been trying to fix it but I can’t.. it’s not right.”

I pull her into my arms, purring softly as she tucks her head against my chest and breathes in my scent. “What’s not right. How can I help?”

“The bed.” She huffs, gesturing to it sullenly. “It’s not cozy enough. Your pillows are terrible, and none of the blankets are soft enough.”

For a moment I think she’s lost her beautiful little mind, but slowly it clicks into place. How many times have I heard about other fathers coping with a mate in this exact state? These instincts are as powerful as all the cravings and mood swings, and they’re also further proof of Ella’s true identity. I chuckle happily, and Ella stiffens. “Are you laughing at me? This has been a really stressful day you know, I don’t need to be laughed at.”

“No trouble, not at you.” I promise. “It’s just that you’re nesting.”

furrowing in confusion, “but that shouldn’t come until later, and we’ve already picked out most

the bed rest, you’re stuck in this room with nowhere to go, it’s only natural that you want to make yourself as cozy a spot

is giant and everything is wrong.” She complains, unbuttoning my shirt so she can nuzzle her face against

let me help.” I suggest, my own alpha instincts urging me to settle her. I deposit her on the bed, then move to the intercom by the bedroom door, sending my

as she creates her nest. I hand her pillows and blankets, then accept them

pushing her to satisfy a powerful craving that she probably doesn’t understand any more than I do when my wolf urges me to scent mark her. It’s all feelings and one word commands, primal

that makes me want to kiss her so badly it hurts. “Am I allowed in there

for a moment, obviously contemplating this, She narrows her eyes, “As

bed, careful not to dislodge any of her carefully placed pillows. Right as I settle beside her, I accidentally knock one of the overstuffed poufs out of position, and a kittenish growl rises in her chest. That’s when I snatch her

so freely. Every other time we’ve gotten carried away with affection, it’s

will be like when your wolf finally emerges completely.” I share a little while later. “It was distracting me all day long.” I admit, stroking her spine as she nibbles my ear. “You’ve shown such ferocity already, and you have so much love to give – you’ll truly be the

a way that tells me she’s getting excited just talking about this. Still, she sighs, a familiar look of hesitance on her lovely

more if you can get them?”I guess, understanding her reluctance to get

it is to let yourself dream

is the first person in my life who Il experience that with.” Ella confides, “it’s part of

pregnant… but I don’t need

I tease, sliding my hand down over her luscious

need a good home.” There’s something haunted in her last words, and I find myself squeezing her more tightly. Still, despite her pain, an incandescent smile takes over her features, and she buries her head in my neck, laughing. “I can’t even believe this is real.” She exclaims. “I never imagined that we’d get to have a life together.. I wanted to be a wolf so badly, and I never thought I