Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 47

Chapter 47 – Ella Takes Matters into Her own Hands

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I’m resolved to buy Ella a ring tomorrow, but we still have to get through tonight first.

She was distant on the ride home, sitting across from me in the back of the limo rather than tucked up against my side the way I prefer. Moreover she didn’t say a word until we got back to the house, and then her only message was that she wanted to sleep in her own rooms this evening.

“Are you angry with me?” I ask, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“No, I just think a little space would be good for us.” She answers, hugging herself in a clear defensive move.

Maybe she’s right, I think, though it’s not easy to hear my thoughts with my wolf snarling in protest. I still haven’t gotten to the bottom of her reluctance to indulge our shared desires, and I don’t want to press her if she really isn’t interested. Even if she is, I think it would be a mistake to push her too hard or fast and risk spooking her. “Okay.” I agree eventually. “I’ll notify the guards.”

My wolf is whining like a pup as I stride away from her, and I can’t believe how attached I’ve become to the sweet human in so short a time. I don’t like letting her out of my sight when I know she’s under threat, but this is so much more than that. I’ve gotten so used to sleeping with her warm little body snuggled in my arms or sprawled out on top of me, that I’m not sure I’ll be able to rest without her.

make my wolf settle, but it’s nearly impossible. In the end, I realize I didn’t scent mark Ella tonight, and if anything will calm my wolf, I imagine that will. I pull on a t-shirt over my pajama bottoms and set off towards her rooms, knowing precisely how ridiculous I’m being

I look around at them curiously, but their stiff postures are only compounded by their refusal to look me in the eye. A moment later a soft whimper emanates through Ella’s door, and I understand. It’s not a sound of worry, sadness or fear, but one

Even my men weren’t embarra*sed, simply nervous over my reaction to them being near Ella at an intimate moment. She might not be my mate, but she is carrying my pup, and

already shared. Still, I have to keep telling myself this reminder as time pa*ses. Every time I begin to wonder if I’m using her protection as an excuse to eavesdrop, I put myself in Ella’s shoes and recall how humiliated she would feel about so many strangers hearing her in this state. Leaving her unguarded isn’t an option, so this is the lesser

the tiny sounds she emits every now and then egg my wolf on. He’s in a near frenzy, demanding we go in and put a stop to this immediately. I should be the one pleasuring her, she shouldn’t have to

away by the fantasy that I give in. Still, she’s clearly worked up because of the kiss, my wolf reasons, she’s probably thinking of us

be the pregnancy, her hormones, or simply the fact that

in there now, I won’t be able to restrain myself or my wolf. I’m hard as a rock on my slacks, and as soon as Ella’s need for privacy is over, I’ll let the guards return and trust her safety to them once more. Afterwards I’m going to

I wish I’d pressed her harder about her reluctance to start something romantic between us. This is only going to get harder as her pregnancy progresses, and my wolf is quickly running out of patience. I can’t understand his behavior. I’ve had S** with plenty of she-wolves over the years, and he’s only ever pushed me to claim Lydia, no matter how much I cared

I couldn’t mark Ella even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to… right? It’s just my wolf

we could mark her somewhere else, He suggests wistfully, completely ignoring my logic. And don’t even pretend

he’s right, but it doesn’t matter how tempting the idea is. Mating marks are so intimate because they require allowing another wolf to wrap their jaws around your most vulnerable spot. It would defeat the point to mark

how amazing it

hurt Ella, but I’m very experienced when it comes to bringing a she-wolf to the peak of pleasure before sinking my teeth into her. I’m sure I could do the same for her– if only it wasn’t her

stop it! I internally shout at myself. You’re losing it! This is crazy talk. It’s your co ck talking, not your brain or even your heart. You don’t really want this, and neither does