Chapter 120
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Ella
When my panic attack finally eases and I can breathe again, I peek up at Sinclair,
tears burning in my eyes. âIâm sorry.â I murmur weakly, hating that my stupid brain
ruined our moment.
âWhy the hell are you apologizing?â Sinclair counterS, still petting me. He hadnât let
me go even once as I weathered the storm of anxiety and despair, only pulling the
pillows and blankets of my nest closer so I would feel secure.
âBecause I screwed everything up.â I explain thickly. âI was supposed to be helping
you and I fell apart at a mere suggestion.â Shame is coursing through my veins, not
because of the panic itself, but because of what it might mean: that Iâm too fragile, too
broken, to be Sinclairâs Luna.
âElla, donât be silly.â He replies, and though I understand he didnât mean to dismiss my
feelings, the words still sting. Sinclair opens his mouth to continue, undoubtedly with
some trite placation about how âthese things happenâ or similar, but I cut him off.
âIâm not being silly!â I insist with exasperation.
What good am I as a mate if I canât even be there for you when you need me? I get to
lie around all day doing nothing while youâre out saving the world. You are constantly
taking care of me on top of all your other Worries, and I never give you anything in
return. Itâs not right. You shouldnât have to comfort me when youâre the one who needs
to decompress!â I burst, throwing up my hands. âAll this time weâve been convinced
that I canât be your Luna because Iâm human, but we never even considered that I
might not be up to the task, even as a wolf.â My voice is shaking with fresh tears, and I
canât look at Sinclair as I continue, âBut now⦠what more evidence do we need?â
Sinclair doesnât make a sound, and when I look at him, heâs positively fuming. His
heavy breathing and black expression tell me heâs barely holding onto his temper, and
the hands which were caressing me mere moments ago are now stationary and stiff. I
watch as he struggles to quell his anger, even though Iâm not sure what I said to
infuriate him this way. After a second he shakes his head, apparently surrendering the
battle. âI need a minute, Ella.â He finally growls, âI need to go for a run, but I donât want
to leave you unless youâre alright.â
âStop it!â I burst, my voice cracking. Iâm out of the bed in a heartbeat, pacing back and
forth in front of the bed. âThis is exactly what Iâm talking about!
Stop protecting ne from reality. If youâre angry with me, then be angry! Let me deal
with the Consequences of my weakness!â
Sinclair leaps out of the nest, stalking forward with white-knuckled fists. âIâm not going
to yell at you when youâve just had a panic attack, Ella. If you want to be upset with
me, fine, but I need to let my wolf out and run off this temper.â He turns and charges
for the door, bypassing me complètely.
Then, at the last moment, he turns back, his wolf glowing in his eyes. âAnd for the
record, this isnât special treatment.â He rumbles angrily, âI donât believe in arguing or
taking action when Iâm out of control this way. If you need anything while Iâm gone, just
ask the guards.â
With that, Sinclair disappears, and I can hear his wolf racing away down the hall. For
a while I simply stand there, staring after him. Im shaking again, and Iâm trying my
best not to dissolve into a fresh bout of weeping. I consider calling Cora, but I
remember the way she accused me of selfishly unloading my problems onto her, and I
refrain.
My wolf is pacing anxiously in my head, whimpering like a pup and feeling just as raw
as I am â if more feral. Sheâs begging me to do something, to fix this, but I donât know
how. I might have felt terrible for falling apart when I was supposed to be soothing
Sinclair, but my wolf seems much more distraught about Sinclairâs anger.
We should go after him! She begs. I canât stand it, we have to fix this.
We canât. I grumble in reply. Even if I wasnât on bed rest and it was perfectly safe, weâll
never be áble to catch up with him. Besides, heâll only be angrier if we leave the
house.
She whimpers in understanding, though sheâs still beside herself. I climb back into
bed, curling into a little ball and pulling the blankets over my head. I havenât felt this
way before, though Sinclair has certainly been angry with me in the past. Hey, I ask
my wolf after some thought. Why werenât you this upset when he accused me of being
a gold digger, or when he spanked me or dragged me out of Coraâs?
All those times were different. She argues. I was barely awake in the beginning, and
when heâs been angry in the past itâs been protective. This is the first time heâs really
been hostile .. and the first time heâs walked out. What if he doesnât come back?
Of course heâll come back. I assure her, but thereâs a small part of me that fears the
exact same thing.
Logically I know he has to come back, even if he only returns to end our relationship â
after all, he lives here. But somewhere deep down inside of me thereâs a frightened
orphan who imagines Iâll never see him again.
But what if he decides weâre not worth the trouble, and simply takes off for greener
pastures? My wolf presses.
Youâre being ridiculous! I shout at her. His entire life is here. His pack is here. He has
too much integrity to abandon his duty that way.
But what if? She digs in her paws. It wouldnât be the first time. He told us no wolf
would ever willingly abandon their pup, especially with humans â but our parents did.
Something must be seriously wrong with us â what if heâs finally figured it out too?
What if this was the last straw?
âStop it!â I cry aloud, clamping my hands over my ears, even though her voice is
inside my head. â
Stop it, stop it, stop it!â
A sob wrenches from my chest, and the more time that passes, the more convinced I
am that sheâs right. I almost feel as though Iâve left my body and am watching all this
take place. Iâve had out of body experiences before, so I know that this isnât whatâs
happening, but still â Iâm both conscious of how irrational Iâm being, but unable to do a
thing to stop myself from spiraling deeper into my fears and insecurities.
When I finally hear Sinclairâs footsteps climbing the stairs, the violent fist clenched
around my heart starts to relax, but only just. If heâs back it must be to end things. My
wolf wails. I want to shush her, but instead I focus on trying to look as though I havenât
just spent the better part of two hours crying like a baby. I whip the blankets off and
straighten my body, dragging my fingers through my hair and wiping the accumulated
salt from my eyelashes.
So when the door opens and Sinclair walks in, still naked but considerably dirtier than
he was when he left, Iâm sitting up in bed pretending to read a book. I look up at him,
cursing my lower lip for trembling. He certainly looks calmer now, but thereâs an
undeniable tightness around his eyes as he looks me over. He comes over and moves
to sit on the edge of the bed, but my wolf sees the dirt on his golden skin and a growl
surfaces in my chest.
Seeming to understand that heâs not allowed to sully my nest, Sinclair reaches his
hand towards me, âcome take a bath with me.â
I glance at his muddy feet skeptically, and he sighs. âll rinse off in the shower first.â
âThen why not just shower?â I suggest, not wanting to put myself in a situation where I
have to feel his body against mine as he breaks my heart.
âBecause I want to have a bath with you.â Sinclair answers gruffly, âand I can tell
youâre still upset.
We could both use it.â
âCan we just get this over with?â I huff, Wrapping my arms around myself to hide my
trembling.â
Thereâs no reason to draw it out, Dominic. Just tell me what you decided,â
His face crumples into a grimace, âDecided about what?â
âWhether or not youâre going to keep me!â I exclaim, knowing that Iâm completely
failing in my attempt to seem calm and collected.
Just like that, Sinclairâs face closes off, and my heart sinks. Oh Goddess, I was right!
My wolf howls mournfully. However instead of agreeing to my request, Sinclair glares
and issues a single command, âBath. Now.â