Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 170 - Ella Hides

Ella

"Ella, why are we doing this?" Cora inquires in exasperation, her legs treading the steaming water of the palace baths.

"Because I'm avoiding Dominic and water is the only way I know to hide my scent." I answer primly, swimming around her in circles. I'm wearing a borrowed swimsuit, and I'd even showered with Cora's soap and worn her clothes on the way here - anything to try and disguise my scent.

I then persuaded Gabriel to show me some of the hidden passages in the Royal residence so that Sinclair couldn't track me through the halls, and as far as I know my mate doesn't even know these baths exist. They're a relic from a bygone era, when it had been in fashion to bathe socially rather than in private. I wouldn't know about them if I hadn't asked. Luckily the King seems so amused by my schemes that he hasn’t shown any reluctance to help me, regardless of his friendship with my mate.

"This is silly," Cora complains, rolling her big brown eyes. "He can't make you forgive him if you're not ready."

I snort with laughter, rubbing my belly and sharing my amusement with my unborn pup. 'Try telling that to an Alpha.” I retort wryly. "As far as Dominic is concerned he can declare our fight over and sex me into complacency."

"I still don’t see why you should have to hide. I mean he might think that but it's not like it could actually work..." She trails off, studying me closely." Right?'

"Well not the way you mean." I admit flushing deep pink. "It's not like it would change my feelings or make me forget why I'm upset, but I also won’t be able to resist him." I confess, heat pooling in my belly at the very thought. "He has this power over me, Cora. Even though I want to stay angry because I feel in my bones that I'm right, part of me still wants him to find me, because he's my mate and it's right that he should." She still looks confused, so I continue, "It’s a mark of his power, proof that I don't ever have to worry about being lost because he'll always find me. And it’s the same with sex... I respond to his dominance on an instinctual level, and when he employs it against me... I don't stand a chance - which I hate but also secretly love."

off like a caveman, you’ll cave?" Cora surmises, shaking her head. "My lionhearted sister? No, I

it," I sigh mournfully. Til be putty in his hands and afterwards I'll be all sated and sleepy and he'll start sweet talking me... and the next thing you know I’ll be cuddling up to him instead of kicking

frowns, sharing my

you wait." I chuckle,"If you don't find a way to dissuade Roger you'll be in the same

my mind of an ostrich sticking its

was just yesterday, Cora.” Briefly I wonder if I’m making things better or worse by warning her. The more I've considered it, the more I think a wolf like Roger might be good for my sister, and if she knows what's coming she'll be prepared. She'll also probably resist her feelings all the more, which will egg his wolf on like nothing else. "I guarantee he didn't give up that quickly. In fact, the more quiet things are the more worried I’d be. Knowing wolves he'll wait until the very moment you think you're safe before jumping out

to sneak up on us, when I'm as attuned to his scent as I am, but damned if he didn't find a way. Cora and I swim to the

let me go! This isn’t fair." I object, wriggling

it. And before you try to pretend otherwise, you should know

am that he's leaving - if not more so. I'm muttering mutinously under my breath now, but Sinclair doesn't seem to mind, he simply hitches me

crossing my arms

himself, the rat." From where I'm standing it looks like you're the one making a mess of the King's lovely parquet." He has a point. I am the one who's all wet, but I took a towel to the baths and he abandoned

same time, his wolf is growling in my head, making sultry declarations that have my own wolf squirming with anticipation and need. Such a naughty mate, hiding from me, disguising your delectable scent... wasting the precious time we have left together making me search for you ... fighting me when all I want is to take care of you. What am I going

letting me do my job as your Luna. She sasses in reply. If I'm

closing the door behind him. He stands before me with his hands on his hips, looming so close that mere inches separate us. No, it means you're frightened and hurt and

myself for more admonitions. Instead my mate's features soften as he reaches for me. And that's okay, because I don't like it any more than you do and I know how important stability is to your sense of wellbeing - especially now that