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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 159
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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha Chapter 159

Separation

Ella

“What do you mean, you might not take me with you?” I demand, barely processing Sinclair’s words.

“We’re mated, where you go I go.”

“Baby, I don’t want to be away from you.” Sinclair sighs, sending a wave of genuine regret through our

bond. This isn’t the first time he’s done this – let me feel his emotions to confirm their veracity, but this

is the strongest I’ve ever experienced them. With the help of our connection, I can sense how terribly

Sinclair hates the idea of leaving me behind when he travels. It’s making his wolf positively rabid with

anger, worry, and sadness. Even as the emotions are filtering in, I can already see a way to use them

to my advantage. If he feels this strongly, surely it won’t be too difficult to convince him to take me with

him.

“The problem is that I have no idea what I’m walking into with a lot of these meetings.” Sinclair

explains. “I’ve been to Vanara before, and know a few of the Alphas, but most of the packs I’m visiting

are complete unknowns. I don’t know the territories or threats, I don’t know how rough the conditions

will be or how well we’ll be received when we arrive.”

“How much time are we talking about?” I question, needing to get a handle on the scope of this

potential separation.

“Weeks, maybe a month.” He shakes his head, and I can feel his frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure

out which terrifies me more, taking you with me and putting you in danger as a result, or leaving you

behind where I can’t get to you if something happens.”

“It’s definitely safer to have me with you.” I inform my mate confidently. “You’re the one who said the

only time I’m truly safe is when I’m in your arms.”

Sinclair laughs warmly, squeezing me closer. “Why do I feel like you’re not the most objective opinion

on this?”

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“Because you’re so blinded by your love for me that you assume I’m in the same boat, but don’t worry

because I am completely unbiased.” I declare, shifting to straddle his lap.

“Oh, so you aren’t blinded by your love for me?” Sinclair teases, stroking my sides.

“It’s different.” I hedge, “I’m not exactly sure how at this moment, but there’s no doubt in my mind that it

is.”

“You do know that being adorable won’t make me change my mind, don’t you?” Sinclair asks gently,

grazing his knuckles over my cheek.

“That makes it sound as if you’ve already decided.” I murmur, my insides tangling into knots. My wolf

whimpers in my head, and before I can think about whether or not I’d shared the sound with my mate,

he responds in a way that guarantees he did. He begins to purr, gathering me to his chest and tucking

my head under his chin.

“I haven’t decided anything yet. I’m honestly very conflicted, Ella.” Sinclair admits. “I’m leaning towards

leaving you here with Gabriel, Roger and Dad. I trust them and I trust the security here. I want you with

me, I just can’t help but feeling it would be irresponsible… honestly it feels selfish, like I’m choosing my

own comfort and happiness over your safety.”

“But I want to be with you too. So if it’s selfish, let’s be selfish together.” I beg. Pushing away from him, I

make my eyes wide and push my lower lip out into a dramatic pout. “Please don’t leave me behind,

Dominic.” I continue, trailing my hands down his chest as inspiration strikes. “My wolf won’t obey

anyone else, you know I’ll just get into more trouble without you… and when I do there certainly won’t

be anyone to bring me back in line.

A growl vibrates in Sinclair’s chest, so fierce the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. His hand

closes over my nape a second later, applying just enough pressure to make me quiver with the instinct

to submit. “I have news for you, trouble. If I do go without you, I’ll have the others keep track of all your

mischief so that I can hold you accountable when I get back.”

I fight back a shiver as his authority washes over me, so I change track. “Fine, but if you’re not here

then who will give me pleasure when I wake up in the middle of the night… aching for you?”

Sinclair laughs aloud, dragging my mouth to his. I gasp as our lips collide, and Sinclair takes the

opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tangling it with my own. Only when my mouth is red and swollen,

and I’ve forgotten our conversation entirely, does he release me. He keeps our eyes level, massaging

my head through my thick rose gold tresses. I loll my head into his hand, and he takes the opportunity

to dip his tongue into the hollow of my throat. “When that happens you’ll call me to your dreams, and

tell me exactly what you need. And then I’ll happily ravish you to my heart’s content.”

“You mean my heart’s content?” I clarify.

“No. I meant exactly what I said.” He answers with a smirk.

I laugh anddrop my head to his shoulder. “Alright, big bad wolf.” I concede, even as he continues to run

his fingers through my long hair. “Just promise me you’ll think about this. We’ll both be happier

together. We’ll both be less anxious. I’ll always be in your sight or reach. That’s worth a lot.”

“I’ll think about it.” Sinclair agrees. “There are a lot of advantages, I just need to make sure it’s right.”

“Thank you.” I exhale, so comfortable and cozy that I already feel as though I might doze off again.

Maybe I’m being a wild optimist, but I truly think I’ve gotten through to my mate. I can feel how strongly

he wants to take me with him, and I think this conversation went a long way to convincing him to trust

those impulses.

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The next day I go to visit some of the refugees arriving at the port. Sinclair stayed at the Palace to plan,

but Henry, Roger, Cora and I set out with a contingent of Gabriel’s royal guards. The refugees are

arriving in much the same way we did, cramming into small passenger planes carrying all their earthly

belongings, arriving lost and depleted at the air base outside the city. Gabriel is trying to figure out

where to send them all and has thus far been relying on local Vanarans who are willing to open their

homes as shelter, but I’m determined to help – to find the best solutions possible for our people.

As we cross the Vanarium bridge spanning the crystalline waters of the lake, I can’t help but feel a

renewed sense of awe at our stunning surroundings. However my admiration quickly fades when our

cars pull up outside a group of large white tents erected to triage the incoming shifters. As I understand

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it, some of the refugees are arriving injured and in need of urgent medical care, others have been

separated from their families, while others still are grieving the loss of their home and loved ones.

I try to brace myself for the harrowing experience ahead, only to become distracted by Cora’s incessant

fidgeting beside me. It hasn’t escaped my notice that my sister is behaving very oddly today, she keeps

shooting Roger wary looks, then pretending like he doesn’t exist if he returns the gesture. This morning

she would fall silent or walk away if Roger came near us, and though my instincts aren’t sending up red

flags about the interaction, I’d have to be blind to miss them.

So when we exit the car I sidle up to my brother-in-law, “Would you like to tell me why my sister keeps

taking off like a startled hare every time you glance her way?” I mutter under my breath.

“I don’t think she’s a very big fan of mine.” He concedes.

“Why not? What did you do?” I inquire, unable to keep a note of accusation from my voice.

“Why do you assume I’m the one at fault?” Roger jokes, pretending to look affronted.

“Because I know my sister and I know you.” I snort, only partly serious. The truth is that my sister is as

flawed as anyone, but I’m predisposed to take her side.

Roger shrugs. “We got to talking the other day, and I have the feeling she thought my questions were

too personal.”

I pause, surveying him closely. There’s an odd note in his voice, one I haven’t heard before. For the

first time it strikes me that Roger’s interest in Cora might not be entirely innocent. “What kind of

questions?”

Roger laughs. “Nothing bad, I asked about her dreams and ambitions. I think she might be having a

hard time with all this.” He says, gesturing around us. “Leaving her job and life in Moon Valley.”

A stab of guilt pierces me. Some sister I’ve been. I haven’t even checked in with Cora about how she’s

doing. I’ve been so preoccupied with my own life and the war that I forgot that this transition won’t have

been any easier for her. I make a note to talk to her as soon as possible – about fleeing and Roger’s

interest. Still there’s no time for that now. There are dozens of wolves waiting to see us, and though I’m

more than a little apprehensive about the sorrows and abuses to which I’m about to bear witness, I

know my people deserve to have their stories heard. I have to be strong – I have to make my mate

proud and do right by the pack, no matter what.