Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 158 - Refugees

Ella

"What do you mean, you lost my sister?" I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding.

Roger held his hands up in defense. "She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she got annoyed with me and left."

"Then why didn't you follow her? She is the only human on an entire continent of wolves, and you just let her run off on her own?" I hiss, lashing out with my claws. Sinclair purrs and takes a step back, causing my hands to swipe through nothing but air. "She doesn't know her way around or have any contacts here!"

"You ought to give her more credit. She's a big girl, Ella." Roger tells me, with infuriating confidence. "She’s also known about and been working with shifters a lot longer than you have. She’s used to being the only human in the room."

"How dare you tell me how to feel or think about my sister. She is my sister, not yours. You don't know the first thing about her." I accuse, getting more annoyed by the minute. 'Why I oughta-"

"Alright trouble, why don't we go back to the palace and make sure Cora is home safe. If she isn't we can go out looking, and I'll even let you beat up Roger. How does that sound?" Sinclair suggests, his lips moving against my ear.

"I heard that." Roger informs us, thoroughly exasperated.

"Can I still beat him up, even if she is back at the palace?" I inquire, batting my eyelashes at my mate and ignoring the impudent wolf in front of us.

Besides, Cora isn't the only one who ran off into the unknown today. I think maybe you’ve been a bad influence on her. He adds in my head, his voice

as I turn to face him. He immediately pulls me close, even as I protest. That

rolls through my mind, don't pretend like it was an accident, little mate. I know you

delivering a particularly sharp

suite and not emerge until morning. I’m eager and ready for him already, and the knowledge that our love making will keep his mind off the war is only a bonus. Making Sinclair take a day off

waiting at the Palace when we return, though she won't tell me about what happened with Roger

my own name by the time we're done. I can only lay sprawled over his chest, near comatose as he strokes my spine and whispers sweet nothings in my

grow heavy, and I try to push myself up, painfully aware that if I fall asleep Sinclair will probably go back to work. Sinclair's arm locks around me, and I whine with annoyance. "Let

trouble." Sinclair informs me, encouraging me to settle. ‘You need your

with me?" I request, too exhausted to argue, let alone actually move. If I were as enormous as my mate then lying on top of him might just trap him in bed, but I know that's not the case. Instead I have to hope that I

little wolf. Sinclair teases, nothing but praise in his deep voice. I'll rest for a while, but I can't promise I’ll stay for the

I can probably hope for, I surrender, falling asleep to the

sated and sore, but I'm alone in bed. I glance at the clock and realize I napped most of the afternoon. Even so, I know I'll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with a sigh. "I love you, angel. But these constant naps of yours do get in the way of Mommy's

mind the Alpha who pleasures you into a

think Sinclair was using sex to exhaust me, but this is the way it’s always been with his wolf. He never seems to get enough of me, and I know he wouldn't

with Hugo, Henry, Roger and Gabriel. Sinclair's eyes lock onto me the moment I walk in the room, following my movements with total focus. I yawn and stretch as I approach, unwittingly emitting a sleepy moan, and I see Sinclair's pupils expand with desire. You’re playing a dangerous game to tempt me in front of all of these wolves, sweet mate. Flaunting your delectable curves, those sexy little sounds. His wolf is clearly

and kissing me hello- as if we’re the only ones in the room. I can feel his hardness digging into my bottom, which still stings from my earlier discipline - but it's a delightful ache that sends pulses of heat