Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 120

Chapter 120 – Sinclair Walks Out

Ella

When my panic attack finally eases and I can breathe again, I peek up at Sinclair, tears burning in my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I murmur weakly, hating that my stupid brain ruined our moment.

“Why the hell are you apologizing?” Sinclair counters, still petting me. He hadn’t let me go even once as I weathered the storm of anxiety and despair, only pulling the pillows and blankets of my nest closer so I would feel secure.

“Because I screwed everything up.” I explain thickly. “I was supposed to be helping you and I fell apart at a mere suggestion.” Shame is coursing through my veins, not because of the panic itself, but because of what it might mean: that I’m too fragile, too broken, to be Sinclair’s Luna.

“Ella, don’t be silly.” He replies, and though I understand he didn’t mean to dismiss my feelings, the words still sting. Sinclair opens his mouth to continue, undoubtedly with some trite placation about how ‘these things happen’ or similar, but I cut him off.

”I’m not being silly!” I insist with exasperation. “What good am I as a mate if I can’t even be there for you when you need me? I get to lie around all day doing nothing while you’re out saving the world. You are constantly taking care of me on top of all your other worries, and I never give you anything in return. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to comfort me when you’re the one who needs to decompress!” I burst, throwing up my hands. “All this time we’ve been convinced that I can’t be your Luna because I’m human, but we never even considered that I might not be up to the task, even as a wolf.” My voice is shaking with fresh tears, and I can’t look at Sinclair as I continue, “But now… what more evidence do we need?”

he’s positively fuming. His heavy breathing and black expression tell me he’s barely holding onto his temper, and the hands which were caressing me mere moments ago are now stationary and stiff. I watch as he struggles to quell his anger, even though I’m

in a heartbeat, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. “This is exactly what I’m talking about! Stop protecting me from reality. If you’re angry with me, then be angry! Let me deal with

a panic attack, Ella. If you want to be upset with me, fine, but I need to let my wolf out and run off this temper.” He turns and charges for the door, bypa*sing me completely. Then, at the last moment, he turns back, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “And for the record, this isn’t special treatment.” He rumbles angrily, “I don’t believe in arguing or taking action when I’m out of control

there, staring after him. I’m shaking again, and I’m trying my best not to dissolve into a fresh bout of weeping. I consider calling Cora, but I remember the way she accused me of selfishly unloading my problems

I am – if more feral. She’s begging me to do something, to fix this, but

begs. I can’t

Even if I wasn’t on bedrest and it was perfectly safe, we’ll never be able to catch up with him. Besides,

a little ball and pulling the blankets over my head. I haven’t felt this way before, though Sinclair has certainly been angry with me in the past. Hey, I ask my wolf after some thought. Why weren’t you this upset when he accused me of being

in the past it’s been protective. This is the first time he’s really been hostile … and the first time he’s walked out. What if he

but there’s a small part of me that fears the exact same thing. Logically I know he has to come back, even if he only returns to end our

trouble, and simply takes off for

at her. His entire life is here. His pack is here. He has too much

humans

even though her voice

more time that pa*ses, the more convinced I am that she’s right. I almost feel as though I’ve left my body and am watching all this take place. I’ve had out of body experiences before, so I know that this isn’t what’s happening, but still – I’m both conscious of how