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. “

a tricky one – very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not sure

any hint?” I ask, feeling more

“And he’s not one for deals and alliances. He votes based on

the Damon will set his sights on Vanara once he conquers the continent’ card, or point out the resource strain

nightmares, but hearing his father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly because

Sinclair murmurs, “But I don’t really want to talk strategy right now,

want to talk about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans?

why on earth you’re wearing clothes

my nest.” I correct him saucily. “And besides, you’re not here.

like to 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,

me from touching 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

so?” Sinclair inquires darkly, his

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

spine, “Naughty mate.” He croons, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l forgive this much

l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs his hard member, making me feel beautiful and powerful at once. “What are you thinking about, trouble? Hmm, what’s got you so worked up

hands free so I could give some

thinking about all the wicked things you’re going to

orders seductively, shifting his own phone

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 off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with your mouth and hands, discovering the ways my shape has changed and teasing me

is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing myself or letting you off easy for all of your mischief while

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 satisfaction. “Do you like being watched this

I’m so close.”

what a dirty girl you are.” He

not sure whether I’m trying to deny his words or hold off the wave of

“you’re not loving putting on

gasp, biting down on my l!p so hard I draw