Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 225 - Ella's Wolf Takes Over

Ella

I'm exhausted after the feast, but I know our work isn't yet complete. Roger hasn't finished his report about the refugee crisis back home and though I realize the situation is urgent, I’m not eager to discuss it. I feel like my heart and mind are maxed out on thought and emotion, so delving even deeper into these matters might just break me. Only my determination outweighs my dread, because I know I owe it to our people to bear witness to their suffering.

Sinclair is a steady presence beside me, and through our bond I feel his wolf fretting over my wellbeing. Stubborn mate, you should go up to bed. The bossy canine insists, and I see him in the shared space of our minds - nuzzling my wolf’s neck and nipping her shoulder.

I want to stay with you. My wolf replies obstinately, leaning into his side and ignoring his foreboding grumbles.

Impossible thing, his wolf croons, offering me pure indulgence until a sidelong glance comes my way. You know there used to be a time when people were afraid of me.

Oh hush, people are still afraid of you. My wolf replies, circling around him and rubbing affectionately against his big body.

You’re not. Sinclair growls, his wolf's dark muzzle quirking into a smile. His hawkish gaze follows my wolf as she winds around him, showing off her curves and lovely gold furr. You seem to have forgotten I’m your mate, and not your playmate. His voice is all deep foreboding, and I shiver with delight. My wolf does love it when he gets stern with us.

If it were up to me, his ominous tone and intimidating expression would be enough to still my restless energy. Unfortunately I’m worried about the meeting we're about to have, and my wolf is taking every excuse to distract us both.

I'm just happy you’re home. She answers, swiping her tongue over his snout, then nudging her way under his chin.

Though we’re still standing quietly side by side, I know Sinclair and I are both keeping a sharp eye on our wolves. They may not need actual space to interact, but if they don't calm down soon we're both going to end up shifting before we can get through this meeting. The next thing I know Sinclair’s wolf has pounced in our shared conscience, and my gold fluffball is flat on her back, her little wolf feet dangling in the air. A deep chuckle rolls through my mind like thunder, spurring on my defiant inner animal.

She should be defeated, but my wolf only cocks her head and bats her lashes up at the lethal predator baring his fangs at her. Do you want me to be afraid? She inquires, writhing invitingly on the ground. I can run from you and hide and make a big fuss when you catch me. Flames spark in Sinclair's eyes, and I know he likes the sound of this. In fact this isn’t so far from our role playing the other night, when I did all those things naked in a red cloak.

this meeting without me being forced to drag you out of here like a caveman. His

my body into his and trailing my hand up his chest, hoping the others won't

too far. I don't know what would happen, but I can tell you what's going to

wolf finally relaxes, recentered by Sinclairs dominance. He eyes me knowingly as he pulls me into his lap," come here you.” He purrs,

men didn't hear him. A hot blush burns on my cheeks as Sinclair strokes my spine, making soft rumbly sounds of contentment. Right on cue, Roger

was the grand feast?" James

you'd accepted our invitation." Sinclair replies easily, a distinct hint of amusement in

have anything to talk about with people like that." James

people?" Roger quips, "I happen to think we're

like being told that things I can see with my own two eyes are wrong or don't exist, just because the reality is inconvenient." James answers seriously,

are like that.” Gabriel sighs, sounding

your talks

of anywhere." I confess,

you really got through to them about

got through to them, nothing else." I remind him coolly, not wanting

visiting the camp tomorrow, and the nursery. If

might be more effective if we can actually guarantee everyone entering the hidden territories are refugees." Roger says, "What are we going

find any suspicious names on

have entered the camps since our operations began. Three were elderly, the fourth is a resistance fighter who was gravely injured in Damen's takeover. He lost an arm

the fifth?" Sinclair