Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 16
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Ella
The stranger looks a lot like Sinclair, and the word âbrotherâ strikes my interest. If theyâre siblings, why
is Sinclair looking at him so harshly? They donât seem friendly at all.
âThis is Ella.â Sinclair announces, sliding his arm around my waist. âMy future mate, and the mother of
my pup.â
âOur pup.â The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Iâm not sure why I said it, but the
way Sinclair declared the pups as his â as if it belonged to him and not me â brought out my maternal
instincts. I even growled a little as I staked my claim, making Sinclairâs lips quirk with amusement.
âYou donât really believe that, do you?â The man scoffs. âIâve never seen or heard of you before, I didnât
have the faintest idea my brother was expecting, and he hasnât even marked you.â I realize heâs right.
Sinclair had mentioned scent marking me before the campaign dinner â whatever that means â but he
hasnât done it yet. Luckily his pupâs presence is strong enough to make me smell like a wolf, but this
man clearly isnât fooled by our pretense as a couple. âLet me guess, he just picked you up off the street
because you make such a pretty womb?â
A low rumble is vibrating against my side as Sinclairâs wolf begins to growl. Meanwhile I flush with
embarrassment, itâs not the truth, but itâs close enough to make me want to hide behind Sinclairâs
strength and dominance. Where did that come from? The little voice in my head asks. Youâve never
hidden from a problem or backed down from a challenge a day in your life. Thatâs true, but then again,
Iâve never had anyone to hide behind before.
The man is still speaking, making fun of my naivete for expecting Sinclair to honor my role as our
babyâs mother. âAnd you actually think heâll keep you around once you squirt the kid out? Clearly brains
and beauty donât go hand in hand.â
âClearly ugliness and cynicism do.â I bite back, feeling bolstered by Sinclairâs steady presence at my
side. âIf you ask me the fact that you havenât heard about me says more about your low status than my
own. Youâre obviously not important enough to warrant the Alphaâs time.â
Sinclair chuckles darkly, giving me a small squeeze to show his approval. âShe has a point, Roger.â
The man, Roger, glares at his brother before offering me a look that almost appears pitying. âMark my
words, heâll toss you to the curb at the first opportunity.â
I notch my chin up, âYou underestimate me, and Dominic.â I announce, feeling a thrum of excitement to
speak his given name for the first time. I think itâs actually coming from the baby, as if I can feel
Sinclairâs pleasure to hear me saying it through our pup. âHe has more honor in his little finger than you
do in your entire body. That much is obvious and Iâve only just met you.â
Roger opens his mouth to argue back, but Sinclair stops him. âRoger, give it a rest. Show some respect
to your future Luna.â
âReally Dominic, youâre going to keep up this act?â He counters fiercely. âHow did you even manage
this, arenât you sterile? How do you know the brat sheâs carrying is even yours?â
In a flash Roger is suspended in the air, with Sinclairâs huge hand circling his throat, holding him aloft.
He squirms and tugs at Sinclairâs white knuckled fingers, but I donât think heâs truly afraid because he
shoots me a triumphant smirk. âMore honorable, huh?â Roger quips. âYou certainly have an interesting
definition.â
âDo not speak about my pup that way.â Sinclair snarls, âI know itâs mine because we are bonded
already, and I will be bonded to Ella after our formal mating ceremony. If anyone needs to learn some
manners, itâs you.â
Roger shrugs. âWhat do you expect, we never had a mother.â He shoots another scathing look in my
direction, âItâs a shame your pup wonât either. You could at least have the dignity to be honest with her.â
Before I can keep track, Sinclair has dropped him to the floor. âGet out, before I really lose my temper.â
Roger clambers to his feet and calls over the blonde woman who fought me over the blue dress.
âCome on, Sasha, weâre leaving.â Before they depart however, Roger offers his brother one final scowl.
âYou miscalculated badly today, brother. What do you think the Alpha council is going to say when they
find out you attacked your own family in broad daylight â over nothing more than a few honest words?
The council wants a stable king, not a loose cannon. Clearly that pup hasnât done a damn thing to even
you out. Just you wait, your campaign is going to be over by the end of tomorrowâs dinner.â
Part of me wants to run after Roger and kick him right in the behind, I canât believe what just happened.
I donât blame Sinclair either, I donât think his aggression had anything to do with being unmated, I think
it was because he feels so protective of his pup, and by extension â me. Besides, his brother has to
know what a sore spot his fertility struggles are. How cruel does a person have to be to bring up such a
thing.
âIâm sorry about that, Ella.â Sinclairâs attention is already back on me. âI shouldnât have lost control that
way.â
âIf Iâd been strong enough to attack him, I would have done it myself.â I confide, leaning into his warmth.
His energy is still very agitated, and all my instincts are driving me to comfort him the same way heâs
comforted me today. âWhat did you mean about a mating ceremony?â
âOh,â He shakes his head, brushing the topic aside. âThatâs just for show during the election. I donât
expect you to actually go through with it. Itâs simply a way of explaining to people why you donât bear
my mark.â
âOh.â I murmur. Why does that disappoint me so much? I know Sinclair is handsome, but weâre
different species and heâs completely controlling, I canât truly be attracted to him â can I?
Even as I think it, I breathe in his scent, and feel heat begin to pool low in my belly. Snap out of it! I
scold myself. Thatâs just the baby, it wants to be near its father. Itâs just another wolfy mindlink thingâ¦
isnât it?
I look up to Sinclair to make sure heâs not watching me struggle to untangle these confusing feelings,
and for once, his attention is very far away. My relief immediately gives way to sympathy as I take in his
distant expression. âDonât be offended â but your brother is an asshole.â I say gently.
Sinclair looks down at me, his grim features softening to a smile. âYou can say that again.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â I press, curious but not wanting to intrude on his private business.
âOh,â He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. âRoger and I⦠weâre very different people â as you
saw. Weâve never gotten along.â
âWhy not?â I inquire.
Sinclairâs face darkens, and I worry that Iâve pushed into such sensitive territory that heâll refuse to tell
me any more, however he surprises me again. âI took his mother away from him. She died protecting
me, and heâs never forgiven me. There was already bad feelings between us â heâs older, but I was
always stronger. It was clear from a young age that I, and not he, would be my fatherâs heir. So there
was always jealousy and competition â then Mom sacrificed herself for me, and that was it.â
âIâm so sorry.â I express, intuitively wrapping my arms around him for a hug. I can tell heâs surprised, I
donât think many people instigate hugs with the future king, but Iâm not a wolf, and all I see is a man in
need of affection in front of me. His arms come around me in reply, and his voice purrs in my ear. âYou
really are full of surprises, you know that?â
âWhatâs so surprising?â I ask against his chest, using the excuse to breathe in his delicious scent again.
âYou hugged me when I needed it â why shouldnât I return the favor?â
âIâm just used to taking care of others, thatâs all.â He shares. âAnd I donât know anyone brave enough to
touch me without permission.â
âAnd here I thought wolves were supposed to be all tough and brave.â I joke, pressing my nose to his
pec. âThey sound like a pack of scaredy-cats to me.â
Sinclair laughs, sounding like a completely different man than the haunted creature heâd been a
moment ago. âYou know, if you keep this up Iâm not going to be able to wait until tomorrow to scent
mark you.â