Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 17

Chapter 17 – Preparation

Some of my confidence has waned on the ride home. Sinclair has been so mysterious about this scent marking business, and I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me – as if I’m some prey to be devoured.

There’s still so much I don’t understand about this word, like how carrying his child can make me smell more like a wolf myself, or how someone can leave a mark which must be sensed and smelled, rather than seen with the naked eye. Not for the first time, I’m jealous of shifters’ heightened abilities. The more time that pa*ses, the more enchanted I am by the idea of transforming, of letting out one’s inner animal and being truly wild and free. I don’t know why I like the idea so much – it’s not like I have an inner animal to release, so I’m not actually missing out.

“You look nervous.” Sinclair observes, resting one proprietary hand on my knee as the car speeds along. Of course, his touch only makes me more antsy.

“You can fix that.” I suggest, “it doesn’t have to be a surprise.”

“True, but it’s much more fun this way.” He smirks.

“Fun for you maybe.” I mutter mutinously. “Besides, if you want your scent to be strongest tomorrow, shouldn’t we wait?”

“And deprive myself of the opportunity to do it a second time?” He arches a brow, “why on earth would I do that?”

“I…” I don’t know what to make of this. If he were anyone else I’d think he was flirting with me, but that’s not possible. Wolves and humans don’t mix. Maybe he simply enjoys teasing me, like a cat toying with a mouse. He certainly enjoys making me squirm. I realize this must be the reason, and suddenly I find myself feeling very indignant. I don’t like the idea of being some plaything to the hungry predator. I narrow my eyes at him. “Maybe I won’t let you.” I decide.

The hand on my knee tightens, but not enough to hurt. “What was rule number one, little human?”

“That I should be as relaxed and happy through my pregnancy, so you shouldn’t be making me nervous.” I reason, knowing full well he expects me to confirm that he – as Alpha – is in charge.

“You forget I have a link straight to our pup, I know when you’re stressed, and when you’re just making mischief.” Sinclair rumbles. “But if you want more justification for doing it often, it’s to avoid scenes like what just happened. If people can’t see your shoulder and also smell me on you very powerfully, they can be fooled into thinking I have marked you. We can give the mating ceremony excuse to those who ask, but it would be better to avoid the questions altogether.”

A little while later, Sinclair is standing in front of me in my room, looking so powerful and attractive I’m almost too distracted to hear him speak. “Take off your clothes.” He instructs.

of

on, but it’s better if we’re skin-to-skin.” He says,

the sight of his muscular body

them off for you?”

in my bra and panties. Taking a deep breath, I carefully lift my

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head to toe in makeup, jewelry and heels, it seems hard to believe Sinclair was rubbing his mostly naked body all over me an

why it was so important to impart his scent on every inch of my body. This second time, however, was completely different. There were no explanations, no soothing caresses

the way over, testing my knowledge of shifter society and nodding with approval when I smoothly answered each of

I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve

is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.”

trying to distract myself from all the flashing cameras

“Alpha Dominic, over here!”

Dominic, who’s your

no longer the strongest

have heirs of his own?” I question, trying my best to smile and wave at the

biggest competition – and he would be a disaster.” Sinclair intimates, ducking his head low enough that his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You’re doing brilliantly

room like this, surrounded by rich and powerful people – shifters. However next to Sinclair, the blatant stares and avid attention doesn’t bother me. I feel confident by his side, even as I’m bowled over by his raw power. I didn’t realize how much of it he keeps reined in on a day-to-day

the reporters behind and are crossing the ballroom to a pair of thrones at the end of a great hall. The throngs of people part to let us

we’re drawing when we stop in front of the King and Queen. They’re both incredibly impressive. The king’s hair is streaked with gray, but he still has an air of unquestionable strength. His Luna is

Dominic,” The king greets Sinclair with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Dare I say you’ve finally found a

Sinclair announces, loudly enough for all to hear. “And

an incredible beauty.” The Luna smiles, no more genuinely than her husband.

before I even realize it’s happened, Sinclair is no longer beside me, we’re separated by a few people, but I can still see him, so I try not to panic. “You must tell us your name!” A small throng of