Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has passed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

This Alpha is a tricky one – very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not sure how to best approach him.”

give any hint?” I ask, feeling more awake than my

one for deals and alliances. He votes based on what’s

Vanara once he conquers the continent’ card, or point out the resource strain of accepting sO many refugees.” I suggest,

had been startled and upset by my nightmares, but hearing his father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly

good ideas.” Sinclair murmurs, “But I don’t really

slyly, “summit plans? The refugee camp? What color dress I should get for

chuckles, “Imp. How about we discuss why on earth you’re wearing clothes

this is my nest.” I correct him saucily. “And besides, you’re not here. Just because you want me

you n.aked now.” Sinclair interjects, his voice low and husky. His arm is moving just out of frame, and from the

as my màte.”I pull down the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand as I admire my mate. “I think if I were n.aked and I had the sight of such a gorgeous, virile Alpha

that so?” Sinclair inquires darkly, his

over my belly and between my legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be

any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l

sensation, even as I wish it were his hands on my body, his hardness filling me. “Oh you’re really in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs his

both hands free so

going to do to me when

shifting his own phone

finally answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my

to be inside you. After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing

onto his control. “And don’t you dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with satisfaction. “Do you like being watched this way, Ella? Do you like touching yourself on camera for

I’m so close.”

baby. I’m enjoying seeing what a dirty

my head, not sure whether I’m trying to deny his words or hold off the wave of rapture swelling above me.

wrong?” He croons, “you’re not loving putting on this show for

for you.” I gasp, biting down on my l!p