Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 152

I never imagined being in exile would look like this.

King Gabriel’s palace is the most extravagant display of luxury I’ve ever seen, and it’s not as if I’m a stranger to mansions and palaces. That thought alone is enough to send me reeling… who would have ever dreamed that poor orphan Ella would end up rubbing elbows with the most important figures in the land, or have the social capital to become a political threat?

As we exit the cars and enter the building, I can only stare around myself in awe. The wealth here makes the wealth back on my home continent look like nothing, and the air seems to vibrate with the energy of the strange crystals which form the city. We get a brief tour of the palace, and then we’re escorted up to a sprawling suite of rooms, even more expansive than the master suite in Sinclair’s manor.

However the size of the space isn’t what leaves me dumbstruck, it’s the feeling that we’re suddenly deep in the alpine forests of my home. The walls are all comprised of giant screens, each one displaying a live feed of some dense woodland – or so it seems. Even the ceiling displays a realistic view of the sky, a light dappled canopy which projects actual rays of sunlight down to the floor. Tucked in the farthest corner of the room is a large, round bed with sheer curtains around the edges. Blankets and pillows are waiting to be piled into a nest, and I feel as though I’m in one of my shared dreams with Sinclair.

His arms slide around my waist, and his lips graze my ear. “Do you like it?” All of a sudden I realize that he instructed the King to have our rooms prepared this way, to give me a safe space while we’re in exile.

I can’t help myself. I turn and climb into his arms, not satisfied with a simple hug and instead scrabbling up his huge body as if it were a tree. I wrap my arms and legs around my mate, rewarded with a low purr. “We’re going to find a way back home, Ella. I promise.”

“I know.” I tell him honestly. “I trust you.”

I realize that Gabriel has stepped outside, leaving us alone. I tilt my face up to Sinclair’s, finding his gaze already on me. It’s so intense, so heated, and I couldn’t escape it even if I wanted to. He claims my lips in a deep kiss, and only the sound of a knock on the door tears us apart.

The doctor who enters is warm and gentle as he greets us, showing no small amount of sympathy for our plight. Still it takes quite a bit of cajoling to make me leave my mate’s arms, and only concern for my baby convinces me to leave him. The physician takes my blood pressure and vitals, and sits patiently as we explain the story of my suppressed wolf and traumatic shift. Sinclair stays by my side throughout the examination, and when they wheel in an ultrasound machine and Rafe’s tiny, three dimensional image appears on the screen, I begin to cry for no other reason than how much I love him.

The physician then draws my blood, to the soundtrack of Sinclair’s grumpy growls, and there’s only one final set of tests to run when a guard sticks his head into the room. “Alpha, they’ve arrived.”

Sinclair nods in acknowledgement, but I perk up with excitement. “Who’s arrived?” I inquire eagerly. “Cora and Henry and Roger?”

“They’ll still be here after your check up, trouble.” Sinclair declares, massaging my nape.

“But I want to go see them.” I insist, trying to squirm free of Sinclair’s firm hold and the doctor’s gloved fingers. “I have to make sure they’re okay.” Ever since my wolf woke up I’ve been feeling even more protective of my family than usual. Cora might trigger the strongest response, but my inner canine has also claimed Henry and Roger as part of her pack and there won’t be any dissuading her.

Sinclair emits a warning growl, sending a shiver down my spine. His strong hands hold me in place, and I shoot him a sullen look as the doctor continues poking and prodding me. When I settle out of nothing more than sulky acknowledgement that I can’t out-muscle these men, Sinclair leans down to kiss my cheek. I jerk away from him, baring my fangs with an insolent snarl, and Sinclair only arches a foreboding brow before claiming my mouth instead.

In my head I feel a wave of dominance, followed by the dark rumble of his wolf, behave, sweet mate.

Bite me. My own wolf replies, speaking before I have a chance to consider the wisdom of these words.