Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 283: Hell on Wheels

Ten days pass with agonizing slowness and I think I’m going to lose my mind.

On the morning of the eleventh day I just sit in my bed, staring passively at the tv, flicking through the channels and not even caring what comes on. I’ve seen it all, anyway.

It’s not that I haven’t tried to keep busy in bed. In fact, I’ve tried everything. I’ve sent email after email to all of the aid organizations I can think of, asking if there’s any way that I can help from home. They all came back with pleasant congratulations and urges for me to concentrate on my improved health. I scowled at each one of them as I deleted them and silently wondered if Sinclair had anything to do with it, just a quiet word to each of the organization heads that I wasn’t to be engaged until after the birth of my child.

When that fails, I try a variety of crafts I’ve always wanted to get into but have never had time for. But it turns out that knitting is crazy boring, and I’m a terrible painter, and I’ll never cut it as a novelist because I can’t stitch two words together. When hobbies failed, I tried educating myself, downloading a few language apps so I can become the polyglot I’ve always wanted to be.

But, I swear to god, if that little owl pops up on my phone one more time urging me to practice my French…

Well, let’s just say that while I’ve always braked for birds, I won’t be doing that anymore. (2)

So, now, it’s just me and this damn tv. And my brain slowly rotting to much as I sit here on bed“, rest.” Even though it’s bed torture.

And it’s not that Sinclair isn’t kind. We meet every night in the dream space, but in our waking hours he only has so much time. He’s working so hard to bring our people together, to unite human and wolf kind, and I don’t have the heart to tell him that I’m so bored I’ve tried to see how many Oreos I can stack on my forehead before they all come crashing down around me.

(Eighteen.)

I know that if I even gave him a hint that I was miserable, he’d drop everything and come to my side, entertain me, make me laugh. But what kind of queen would I be if I took him away from our people? I know that I have to be strong but…damn, it’s hard. Who would have thought that a charge through a shelled city towards a temple I could handle, but laying in bed for ten days is really the thing that takes me out?

The only real relief I find is when I am in the dream state, either with Sinclair or alone, so I spend as much time as I can sleeping or napping. I feel freest when it’s just me. I love my time with my mate, when we spend our night hours touching and holding each other in ways we can’t in the real world, but when I’m alone? I transform into my wolf and run –

I run through rivers and up the sides of mountains, feeling the snow crunch beneath my paws. I run through moonlit forests and drink from silver lakes. I sprint across deserts, the pads of my feet so swift they barely touch the sand. Sometimes, when I look over my shoulder, I see a little pup running along with me, giving little yips of satisfaction and joy. He’s not always there, but when he is, I feel my heart could burst from the joy of it.

girl can only sleep so much, especially when she’s got

has landed me here, flipping through channel 826. Passively, I wonder what happens after I hit channel 999. Does it go back to 0?

and toss the remote across the bed, giving

do. I’m a wolf, after all. We weren’t meant to lay in bed all day, passive. I have to get up, I have

love would handle it. Cora, of course, would grit through it, the way she did med school – just putting her head down and enduring the unpleasantness, knowing the great reward is coming at the end. Sinclair…well, he would probably ignore the doctors and push forward with his life. And while

my pillows, running through all the people I know, when suddenly

as I can, I pull up his contact information and call him, crossing my fingers

“Hello?”

“Henry, I have a great idea. Can you help me

hours later, the house

to the service technician’s arm as he

up as I hear a ragged snarl rip across

my mate.” I hear Sinclair demand, his voice livid with a murderous threat. The technician spins and, when he

point a finger in his face, giving him a harsh look and speaking in my best Luna voice. “Don’t you dare put me

the doorway, not knowing what

the technician’s arms before I can say a word and holds me close against his chest. “Get out,” he growls at the man, his voice low. “And if I ever see you again – even once in

know that he’s gone, but I

up at him. “You had to scare him off

eyes. I smirk, a little pleased by his jealousy

the hell is all of this,

with love in my eyes, admiring its gleaming wheels and all of the buttons on

to him. “You were commanded to