Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 175

#Chapter 175— Ella Apologizes

Ella

After my snack, I meet with the chefs to talk about menus for the summit, then ask to have dinner sent up to my rooms.I’m feeling too pensive and tired to be social tonight.

I’m still reeling from discovering how badly I handled my troubles with Sinclair, and I’m both dreading and eager to make amends.I know I won’t feel better until I do, but the prospect is more than a little daunting.I’m too much of a chicken to call him on the phone, and I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing right now anyway.So I decide to wait for our dreams, where I’ll be able to feel his touch and let my wolf take over if things get too hard.I know Sinclair probably won’t be asleep for hours, but it was a long, emotionally draining day.

So as much as I want to put off our meeting I take a quick shower and climb into my nest.

It smells like Sinclair, and that blessed comfort is enough to whisk me off into my dreams.

When I arrive in the dream forest I have nothing but time to kill, and I spend it thinking about what I want to say to Sinclair when he appears.

Of course, the more I think about my mistakes, the worse I feel, and soon I’m fighting the urge to cry.

When my mate finally takes shape in the distant trees, I feel a deep pang in my chest.I can’t bring myself to look at him.I kneel at the foot of the bed, my hands resting on either side of my belly as I stare at my lap.I can perfectly picture his handsome face, rugged lines and bronze skin practically glowing in the light of the moon, his blazing wolf eyes piercing me through the darkness.

“Hello trouble.”

Sinclair’s deep voice wraps around me like a warm embrace, and I can see his black-clad legs just in front of me.

Strong fingers catch my chin, and then he’s tilting my face up to his.He searches my features with lethal intensity, and his voice is husky when he speaks.

“What, no smile?” He asks, running his thumb over my lower lip, his longer fingers splayed across my cheek and delving into my hair.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you weren’t happy to see me.”

I can feel his wolf prodding at our bond, trying to tempt my own inner animal to rise to the surface.

“What is it, little wolf? Talk to me.”

“I owe you an apology.” I admit, wide eyed and trying to stop my voice from quavering.

“Already?” He inquires, the corner of his lip twitching upward.

“I’ve only been gone a day, how much mischief could you possibly have made? Other than skipping lunch of course.”My jaw drops, and in my surprise and outrage, I forget some of my shyness.

“He actually told you?! That rat!” Sinclair chuckles, stroking my hair back from my face.

“You missed our bedtime call, so I checked with Roger. He explained that you’d had along day and probably went to bed early.”

A new stab of guilt assails me.

“I forgot.”

face in my hands, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.I just didn’t get a chance

hands away from my face,

“Baby, it’s okay.”

not.” I insist, furious with myself

down, you’re always there for me and every time you need me to be there

a deep growl, and I know Sinclair is warning me to stop this, but

forge on, my voice thick, “I’ve been such a

every step of the way —

was give you a hard time for being

the storm, watching me with the bearing of a wolf about to pounce, his hands in fists at

were saying.I wasted our time together and whined and complained — and even now I can tell you’re pissed that I’m being hard on myself and you’re getting

I’m breeding or new to being a wolf! Yell at me, or walk out on me, tell me I’m a

near tears, my emotions swirling out of control.I’m prepared for the worst, and I even welcome

Sinclair simply crosses his arms over his chest, his expression dark

minute I don’t think he’s going to speak to me, but then he rumbles, “Get on the bed,

aback by his stark

“Why?”

which has

him again, he steps forward, and I don’t need

is in charge

pure dominance in

flow out of him freely, and maybe for the first time, I

with the reality of exactly how much magic courses through his veins, the reason why all the other wolves on the continent were prepared to

fierce, I’ve always understood that he’s clever and kind, but before now I never quite realized how

in order to keep it in check, to stop

might have challenged him, but now I have no option

I answer

nods, not showing me any

decides how I feel? Who gets to choose whether or

wolf squirming with the desperation to

back, belly up with her tail between her legs, but still Sinclair does

gets to tell me how to deal with my

technically your

response when Sinclair unleashes yet another wall of power, disproving my earlier assumption that I was

“That’s right, little wolf.”

uncrossing his arms so he can grip

“On all counts.”

and I shiver in his

me nicely, I can help you work through those feelings.But you

“I’m sorry.” I sniffle.