Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 100

3rd Person

Sinclair watched Ella like a hawk as his words landed. A riot of emotions flashed across her beautiful features, first relief, then happiness and finally worry and confusion. “We didn’t even sleep together.” He continued soberly. “She tried, but apparently I wasn’t interested – even drugged.”

“Oh.” The same progression of tangled feelings flitted across Ella’s expression, one which the Alpha understood only too well. He didn’t want a child with Lydia either, and he was beyond relieved he hadn’t actually been intimate with the conniving she-wolf – but there was no denying it would have solved a number of their problems. “So, we’re right back where we started, then.” Ella assessed softly.

“Yes, but I can still try to find another Luna.” Sinclair assured her. “I know it will take longer now, but it’s better this way. Lydia isn’t the mother I want for one of my pups, and she’s definitely not the woman I want for my queen.”

“I know.” Ella replied, leaning into his warmth. “I didn’t want her in our lives either, I’m just… overwhelmed.”

“I know,” Sinclair sympathized, tucking her against his broad chest. “I’m going to find a way to make it better, Ella. I promise.”

“You better.” She grumbled, snuggling closer and breathing in his scent. As his comforting aroma filled her senses, she closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, suddenly feeling the strangest compulsion to bite the big wolf. It was almost as if she wanted to mark him again, now that her scent had washed off in the shower – now that she knew Lydia hadn’t succeeded in her efforts to steal him.

Ella nuzzled Sinclair’s pec, nudging his shirt aside and hesitantly parting her lips. She experimentally pressed her teeth into his flesh, but before she could give in to the instinct completely, Sinclair tangled one large fist in her hair and formed a handhold, pulling her head back.

“You bite me, I bite you back, baby.” He purred, looking as though he didn’t have any problem with this idea at all.

Something deep in Ella’s bones melted at this thought, writhing with defiance and lust, eager to make him do just that. However her well-honed instincts for self-preservation forced down those strange feelings, and she blushed. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do.” Sinclair rumbled, moving his free hand to the curve of her belly. The baby kicked, as if confirming his guilt for influencing his mother’s wolfish behavior. “But we have more to talk about, I promised I’d tell you about the driver from the accident.”

Ella’s dilated pupils sharpened then, as reason returned to her brain. “What did you find out?”

“He was hired by the Prince.” Sinclair explained, “No surprise there. He was only supposed to be doing recon, but he also had orders to kill you if he saw an opening to do so.”

“So when I walked into the street near his car…” Ella reasoned, piecing together this information with her memories.

“Exactly.” Sinclair confirmed. “He thought it was the perfect opportunity.”

“Did he know anything else about the Prince’s plans?” Ella questioned, any hint of her earlier mischief gone now.

“He was supposed to be on the team of rogues the Prince hired for the attack Roger warned us about.” Sinclair shared, offering Ella another carrot.

She took it, but frowned. “Why haven’t we heard anything more about that? My bed rest isn’t public knowledge, is it?”

“No.” Sinclair confirmed, “but Roger said it would be a few weeks. The invitation could come any day now. Of course, now we have a valid excuse to refuse it.”