Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 184

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has pa*sed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not sure how to best approach

I ask, feeling more awake than my mate seemns.

and alliances. He votes based on what’s

once he conquers the continent’ card, or point out

again, Rafe had been startled and upset by my nightmares, but hearing his father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly because it calms me every

murmurs, “But I don’t really want to talk

talk about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans? The

we discuss why on earth

“And besides, you’re not here. Just because you want me n.aked

see you n.aked now.” Sinclair interjects, his voice low and husky. His arm is moving just out of frame, and from the hungry glint in his eye, I can tell he’s stroking

myself because it’s his responsibility as my màte.”I pull down the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand as I admire my mate. “I think if I were n.aked

Sinclair inquires darkly, his wolf

my lower l!p and nod. “I can’t help myself.” I confess, revealing my other b.reast and shimmying out of my nightgown. I lift the phone so he can see my fingers training down over my belly and between my legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for show, but it’s only too true. My wolf has been going crazy without affection from her mate, and I wasn’t

delicious shiver down my spine, “Naughty mate.” He croons, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself

really in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes

free so I could give

going to do to me when

me.” Sinclair orders seductively, shifting his own phone

find myself getting distracted by the heat building inside of me, so much so that my mate has to call my attention back to him with a soft purr. “You’ll start slow,” I finally answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p

any longer.” Sinclair tells me sensually. “It’s been too long, and I’ll be nearly desperate to be inside you. After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing myself or letting you off easy

that phone, little wolf.” Sinclair rumbles, sounding as if he’s barely hanging onto his control. “And don’t you dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with

I’m so close.”

I’m enjoying seeing what

whether I’m trying to deny his words or

I’m wrong?” He croons, “you’re not loving putting on this show for me,

biting down on my l!p so hard I draw bl00d. “No