Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 103

Chapter 103 – Flirtation

Trigger warning – mention of S**ual abuse (not explicit)

Ella

I peek up at Sinclair from beneath my lashes, trying to gauge his frustration level. It’s obvious he’s displeased that I defied him, but I can tell he’s also glad to be home after what was certainly a very long day. Moreover, I think my words to his father helped a*suage some of his guilt, and he’s feeling more affectionate towards me than he might have a few minutes ago.

“I have to say that I missed you?” I profess, sliding my arms around his neck. “And you’re the most handsome man in the whole world?”

Sinclair flashes his fangs, emitting a dark chuckle and swinging my legs up into his arms. “Flirting with me isn’t going to get you out of this, sweetheart.” He ducks his head and steals a kiss before mounting the stairs up to his room, “though it’s very cute to watch you try.”

“Who said I was just flirting?” I object, leaning my head against his chest, “I really did miss you.”

Sinclair doesn’t pause as he carts me up to the fifth floor, never breaking a sweat or getting short of breath. The way he acts you’d think I’m as light as a feather – though with his supernatural strength it probably feels that way. “I missed you too.” He finally replies, pushing through the bedroom door. “I hate being so far from home when these things strike.”

“You must have had a really rough afternoon.” I observe, studying his drawn features and fatigued demeanor.

Sinclair drops onto the sofa, keeping me in his lap, “Rough is an understatement.” He sighs, sounding as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Of course, this isn’t far from the truth. I snuggle closer to him, wishing there was something I could do to ease the monumental burdens he’s shouldering. A contented rumble vibrates in his chest, and Sinclair smiles down at me. “It’s getting better by the minute though.”

I tilt my face up to his, silently asking for a kiss. He arches a brow and for a moment I’m afraid he’ll reject my affection, but I needn’t have worried. Sinclair lowers his lips to mine, and my heart begins to race. The moment our lips touch electricity zings through my body, setting my nerve endings alight. It’s every bit as thrilling and all-consuming as the first time, and I quickly find myself getting carried away in the experience. Unfortunately it ends much too soon. Sinclair pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine and purring, “You can’t distract me with kisses either, little one.”

He grimaces, and I know I’m not going to like what he says next. “Besides, kissing is a gateway drug. We’ve got to try to stop.” His arms tightened around me as he spoke, as if his body didn’t agree with his words – or maybe it was his wolf.

reply. “I have no idea what

though he just said we shouldn’t. This kiss is longer than the first, because just like he said, it’s getting harder and harder to stop the longer we continue. My blood heats to a sultry simmer, and wetness pools at

I’m not enough for him – that I’ll never be enough no matter what I do. Seeing the hurt painted over my face, Sinclair winces. “Oh Ella, I’m

to keep my voice steady. “And you’re right –

didn’t mean that I want you to be anything other than what you already are – just that it would mean we could actually be together, and I want that more

I disentangle myself from his arms, and move to the cushion beside

to pull me back into his lap. He stops himself when I stiffen, seeming

that I’m finding it difficult to sit still. The last thing I need is for

later he’s cursing and rising to his feet, “I’m

and kisses can’t get me out of trouble, but acting like

a good thing, right? It means we got away with it. Despite the statement, the little voice in the back of my mind doesn’t sound pleased at

the feeling. Then why in the

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3rd Person

the royal

but the coroner had immediately declared suspicious circumstances upon seeing the Princess’s body. Apparently there was some sort of rash on her skin, and the perfume bottle in

sentimental man, but his wife was his. The idea that anyone would have the audacity to lay a hand on the Princess – on his property – was an unforgivable offense. He couldn’t believe that anyone would dare to do something so brazen, and his rage was spiraling out of control. As soon as he figured out who was responsible for this crime, he

grief and fury. She hadn’t been his

his wife. It truly was like she was made for him –

about the way she’d begged him for mercy the last time they were together, a shaft of light abruptly reflected in the window.

but once he did, he growled, “How did you get in here? I told my

ways.” Lydia shrugged, striding into the

do you want?”

my help.” Lydia replied, taking on a gentle tone that didn’t suit her in the

soon for you to be here.” The Prince growled. “It hasn’t

I didn’t think you would appreciate me keeping the information I possess to myself.” Lydia answered.