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.

my upturned lips. Besides, Cora isn't the only one who ran off into the unknown today. I think maybe

turn to face him. He immediately pulls me close, even

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

delivering a particularly sharp nip when his

don't care. After so much running, playing and flirting, we both need a release. As soon as we locate Cora I fully expect Sinclair to close us in our 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 requires constant and continuous effort - and I'm more than happy to

the Palace when we return, though she won't tell me

well that I can barely remember 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 ear - some

will probably go

me to settle. ‘You need your rest and you're

wraps around me like the coziest blanket. "Will you at least nap 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

nothing but praise in his deep voice. I'll rest

for, I surrender, falling asleep to the sound of my mate’s

wake my body is 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

mind the Alpha who pleasures you into

has a point. If I didn't know any better I might 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

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

in a tight embrace 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 straight to my core. If we're not careful the entire room might soon know just how out of control our libidos have become since we mated. It might not surprise or bother them, but I still have