Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 195

Ella

“What do you mean, it was a memory?” Sinclair asks carefully. “I thought the priests came to you in the orphanage? I don’t remember anything about humans attacking you in the woods.”

I stare at my lap, cradling my belly and trying to figure out how to explain my deceit. I knew this conversation was inevitable -I even prepared for it, but these are not the circ.umstances I expected. I didn’t imagine I would be so emotionally fragile, or that Sinclair would be wrapped around me purring, fresh off of rescuing me from a traumatic nightmare. I thought I would be able to present my case and apologize, acknowledging my wrong doing with confidence and strength of conviction.

Now I fear it’s going to tumble out as a mess of excuses and tangled feelings.

“Ella?” Sinclair presses, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

When I finally look up at him, tears pour from my lashes. “Ive still been doing the hypnosis.” I confess, my l!ps quivering with every word. “I went behind your back and convinced the others to help me.”

Sinclair’s glowing emerald eyes bore into me as me.”

Sinclair’s glowing emerald eyes bore into me as his jaw clenches tight, the muscles twitching dangerously. I open my mind to him, showing him everything that happened through our bond, both the lead up to the second session and the events we uncovered through the ether. I even show him the conversation afterwards, not wanting to hold anything back now that the game is up.

Slowly, carefully, Sinclair sets my body away from his, even as I try to cling to hìm. “No, please don’t leave, Dominic.”

“Im not leaving.” He a*sures me gruffly. “I just need to think a minute and I can’t do that clearly when you’re snuggled up giving me those puppy dog eyes.”

I sniffle, and I can feel his wolf’s continued agitation over me tears, even as the possessive Alpha struggles with his temper. I Wrap my arms around my knees, clamping my hand over my wrist in a death grip so Il stay still. I’m finding it very difficult not to squirm in the face of my mate’s disapproval.

anger, something I’ve never understood until this moment. I didn’t believe anything could be more họrrible than the violence and pain wrought by a perSon’s rage, I didn’t realize how different things are when love is involved.. when a person is your entire world and you let them down. I start to cry again, and hide my

I lift my face to find my mate looming above

like.” I croak. “Whatever you’re thinking, whatever you’re feeling. I

so convinced you were right you were willing to betray my trust. To ask my

wrong for doing it, wrong for lying about it, hiding it.” I amend softly. Let me out. My wolf

up to him. Let me

yet. I caution her. We need to

did you think would happen?” Sinclair asks, crossing his arms over his c.hest. “That you’d uncover the secret to Winning the war and that would excuse what you did? That

miserable. “I just needed to know. We needed to know. But I don’t believe it

me a chance to

seem to be able to resist touching me. He slides his powerful hand around my nape, applying gentle pressure that somehow steadies and

l!cking my l!ps. “I tried to talk to you but you

firmly, stroking the side of my neck with his thumb – pure dominant affection. “Not the way you talked

of defiance sparks in my c.hest, and I notch my chin up, trying to match his scowl. “Was

wolf fighting for control, and in the next moment he’s pulling me

arms around his neck and let myself be taken. His hands are rough on my body, and so are his l!ps. Sinclair nips my lower l!p with his fangs and takes advantage of my gasp, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His big hand stays locked on my nape, holding me in place for his conquest, tilting my head this way and that. He grumbles and growls, and I shudder in reply,

doesn’t let me. “I won’t lie to you, mate.” He remarks huskily, our breath mingling.”This has hurt us. How am I supposed to trust you

choice you made when you left? To have me safe and hating

chose to lose your trust and help the

spine in long, soothing lines. “Hugo was right.”

sides of the same coin, you and

with my own. “we’re mates. If I have to deal with you being stubborn and impoşsible and infuriatingly self-sacrificing, it’s only fitting that you have to deal with the same from me. I’m your

of Sinclair’s mouth quirks upward. “Are you calling me names little wolf? Don’t