Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 40
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Ella
âWhat?â I squeak, my voice catching in my throat. The moment the words left Sinclairâs mouth I felt my
blood run cold, and now I feel as though I might topple over with the shock of it. I must have misheard
him, surely he doesnâ mean what I think he does.
âThat night you heard someone growling in your bathroom?â Sinclair explains, stepping forward as
though he wants to reach for me, but stopping himself short when I flinch away. âI told you I didnât smell
anything⦠but I lied. There was someone in your rooms, I just didnât want to scare you.â
âAnd you let me go back there, knowing thereâd been an intruder?â I demand, indignation swirling to life
amidst my fear, surprise and sorrow.
âSweetheart, I had the guards do a thorough search of the grounds then and there. They were long
gone, and Iâve had you sleeping in my rooms ever since. I also increased the guards during the day
when I knew youâd be back there.â He shares. âTrust me, Iâve done everything possible to ensure your
safety.â
âExcept tell me that I was in danger!â I cry. âItâs no wonder you flipped out the way you did when I went
to see your father! And you blamed me like I was supposed to know about the threat!â
âElla ââ He begins in a placating tone.
âNo!â I cut him off, stomping my foot out of pure wrath. âHow am I supposed to know itâs dangerous if
you donât tell me, Dominic?â I exclaim. âYou didnât even tell me about the rogue attack and that had
nothing to do with me! All this time I thought you were being overbearing and overprotective, but I just
didnât have a clue what was happening in my own life!â Too late I realize my earlier desire to leave
before I start crying is now a lost cause. Tears are sliding down my cheeks as I continue. âHow could
you do that! You know what I went through with Mike. I spent years thinking I knew my situation when it
was all lies â and you turned around and did the exact same thing!â
Dominicâs usually golden skin goes very pale, âGoddess Ella, I never even thought about it that way.â
He admits. âI was just trying to protect you and the pup. I didnât want you to be afraid.â
âWell all you actually did was make a fool of me.â I inform him stiffly. âAnd for the record, you also made
me more vulnerable to danger. Do you think I would have ever considered sneaking away without
guards if I knew someone might actually be after me?! Do you believe I would ever risk my baby that
way?â
âElla, Iâm sorry.â Sinclair professes, and Iâm amazed to see how earnest he looks. Gone is the bossy
Alpha who orders everyone about and lays down the law when they defy him, replaced by a man who
has been truly humbled. âIâm truly, truly sorry. I was inconsiderate and patronizing â I assumed I knew
what was best and never consulted you⦠Iâve been a hypocrite, Iâve been going on about being a team
but Iâve been acting like a tyrant.â He continues. âYou were right, and thatâs not the kind of parent I want
to be.â
Despite my simmering anger, Iâm completely agog. I never expected a man as powerful as Sinclair to
admit a mistake â or any fault for that matter. I thoroughly believed that people of his ilk never took
responsibility for their actions, because they have the privilege of passing it off onto someone else.
Even men without means, like Mike, often canât admit when theyâre wrong. In fact, as a woman, the
number of times Iâve heard any man tell me that Iâm right in a disagreement is⦠well, I think this is the
first time.
âCan you ever forgive me?â Sinclair is still going, coming forward to brush the hair back from my face,
and looking deep into my eyes.
I cross my arms over my chest, tilting my chin up and giving him a haughty sniff to hide my
amazement. âAs long as you promise never to do it again.â
âI promise that Iâll try to do better.â Sinclair vows, taking hold of my arms. âIâm still an Alpha, and
hopefully a King. Itâs in my nature to protect at all costs, and those instincts are strongest when it
comes to she-wolves and pups. When I think about you in danger my wolf fairly loses his mind, and I
really am concerned about this pregnancy. Youâre high risk as a human, and the longer your blood
pressure stays elevated, the more likely you are to become high risk in shifter terms too.â
His words send a frisson of fear through my nerves. Iâve been trying to tell myself all this worry is his
overprotectiveness gone mad, but when he puts it in these terms I realize my baby and I might have a
harder road ahead of us than I realized. I hadnât considered myself high risk simply because Iâm a
human carrying a shifter pup, but it makes sense. Again I recall the doctorâs warnings about the size of
the fetus, the spotting incident and now my persistent stress. I really donât mind if I suffer, but the idea
of my baby being at risk is enough to bowl me over.
âSo I canât say for certain that Iâll never slip up again,â Sinclair forges ahead, massaging my arms with
the pads of his thumbs, âbut I promise to always consider your perspective, and consult you whenever I
can.â
âThank you.â I murmur, leaning into his warmth.
He nods and kisses the top of my head, wrapping his strong arms around me. âDo you still want to
sleep in your rooms?â
âWould you let me?â I inquire, already testing his resolve.
Sinclair offers me a wolfish grin. âAs long as you let me post enough guards at the door.â
I chuckle, and shake my head. âI want to stay with you.â
His muscles untense slightly, and he purrs in contentment. âGood. Itâs been a very long night.â
âYou can say that again.â I agree, wriggling out of his hold so I can retrieve a night dress from my
designated drawer in his dresser.
A little while later weâre curled beneath the plush covers of his king sized bed. Sinclair always sleeps
shirtlessâ not that Iâm complaining â so heâs stretched out on his back as I rest my uninjured cheek on
his bare pec, immediately soothed by his intoxicating scent. I once asked him why I find smelling him
so soothing, and he explained that itâs just the pup. Still I canât help thinking that I would have loved his
scent even if I werenât âbreedingâ as he calls it.
âAre you sure youâre alright?â Sinclair asks, tracing his fingers in soothing patterns down my back.
âAfter the attack, I mean.â
I nod, brushing my cheek over the fine hairs of his chest and landing myself with a tickle in my nose. âIt
was nothing.â
A loud rumble vibrates against my cheek. âNot to me.â Sinclair growls.
My hand has been resting on the hard contours of his abs, and I find myself caressing his soft skin,
hoping to soothe him the way he so often soothes me. âHonestly the most shocking part of the whole
ordeal was seeing them shift⦠Iâve never seen anything like it. I still canât believe it.â In fact that might
go a long way to explaining why the entire ordeal still doesnât quite feel real to me.
âWere you very afraid?â Sinclair presses, taking advantage of my sudden willingness to talk.
âI was more afraid for the baby than anything else.â I confess. âThatâs what hurt more than anything,
when I thought that my brashness might have cost it, instead of just me.â
A low purr rolls to life in Sinclairâs chest. âNothing they did or would have done was caused by you,
Ella.â
I huff out a laugh. âIt seems like there are an awful lot of people telling me things arenât my fault lately.â I
muse aloud. âBut at a certain point one has to think the common denominator is common for a reason.â