Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 67
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Sinclair
The rogues arenât as smart as they think they are. Their only chance would have been to attack me all
at once. Instead they try to lunge at me two at a time, giving each other time to rest and rebound in
between attacks. At first â the first five seconds that is â it works. The red wolf crashes into my side
while a big gray beta slams into my right. Then the other two charge me, but as soon as Iâve seen what
theyâre about â I adapt.
The next time a wolf lunges for me I meet him head on, snatching his neck between my jaws and
violently ripping into him with my fangs. As soon as he falls I turn on the other, slashing at the other
wolves with my front and hind legs while my mouth rips the next attacker limb from limb. Iâve tasted
their blood now, and my worry for Ella and the baby is growing stronger with every moment that
passes.
These four would have been outmatched with me on a good day, but the Prince was an idiot to send
them on the Solstice, and he was certainly a fool to have them attack my mate at the same time.
Normal wolves can do extraordinary things to protect their families â and Iâm no ordinary wolf.
Within minutes their bodies are scattered around me, and I donât feel the slightest bit of remorse for
killing them. These wolves are probably some of the same ones responsible for the attack at the canal,
and while I might forgive an attack on me, I will never forgive an attack on my pack or the woman they
believe is my mate.
Even if I was in a forgiving mood, I canât afford to let them get word back to the Prince. The wolves after
Ella will know she hasnât shifted and they probably already communicated that with their friends. Theyâll
realize that Ella isnât truly a she-wolf, and that secret is certainly going to die with them.
I sprint through the forest towards Ella and the other rogues. When I find Ellaâs abandoned coat and
realize sheâs tried to lay a false trail Iâm impressed, and when I realize sheâs gone into the stream Iâm
both proud and terrified. I can hear snarling in the distance, which means sheâs still alive. But how long
has she been out of the water, and what have they done to her?
Finally I reach the boulders where Ella has taken refuge. The rogues are so busy clawing impotently at
the rocks that they donât even notice my arrival. I thought I would be relieved to find Ella alive â and I
am â but nothing prepared me for the primal fury I would feel actually seeing these wolves go after my
sweet little human. The sounds of her cries egg me on, making me roar out my wrath so that the
bastards will get away from her.
My vision turns to a red haze, and I donât even remember killing the rogues. One moment thereâs
nothing but the blood roaring in my ears and the taste of blood on my fangs, and the next Iâm opening
my eyes to a scene of utter carnage. I canât recall ever inflicting so much damage on an enemy, Iâve
literally torn them to shreds, and only too late do I consider that Ella will have just listened to all of that.
Sheâs still whimpering and crying, and I can hear her teeth chattering as well. Cursing myself, I shift
back into my human form and use some snow to wash the blood from my face and limbs. Trying to
shake off the violence, I go to kneel in front of the tiny cave into which Ella has forced herself. âElla?â
A small whine meets my ears, and I try to steady my heaving breath. âItâs alright, little one.â I promise.
âTheyâre gone. They canât hurt you.â
I listen for sounds of movement, and I remember the way she went into shock after the first attack. My
Goddess, I think bitterly. Only a month together and thereâs already been more than one attack. Some
protector I am.
âCan you come out to me, Ella?â I ask gently, wishing I could force my way in there with her. I can smell
her blood, though it isnât as strong as the rogueâs. Of course, thatâs not saying much, all the blood that
was once inside them is now out, but it doesnât smell like Ella is bleeding badly.
Yet she doesnât move, and fresh panic lances through me â she could have broken bones or frostbite
and I wouldnât smell a thing. âAre you hurt? How long have you been out of the water?â
Still thereâs nothing, and Iâm becoming increasingly afraid Iâm going to have to break through the rocks
to reach her. I begin to purr, hoping this will break through her shock enough to lure her out of hiding.
âYou did so well evading them and finding a hiding place, sweetheart.â I praise. âYou gave me time to
reach you, but now you have to help me and come out so I can take care of you.â
Bending down, I peer into the crevice, wondering if she might take my hand and let me pull her out.
When I finally see her, however, I know she isnât in any state to help me. Her beautiful eyes are
clenched tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clamps her hands over her ears, rocking
back and forth in the small space. I doubt she can hear me, and I have a feeling she wouldnât see me
even if she opened her eyes.
Ellaâs arms are covered in defensive wounds where she must have been shielding herself from the
attackerâs arms reaching in after her, and I immediately know reaching in myself will only frighten her
more. I purr more loudly, and Ellaâs body seems to jolt, but just as quickly she doubles down, as if sheâs
trying to block out the sensations â as if she doesnât trust them. I never knew my heart could break just
having someone refuse my comfort, but not being able to reach Ella now, when she needs me most,
hurts more than I could have imagined.
âOkay, baby.â I decide, wishing there was any other way, âI wish I could let you stay here until youâre
ready to come out, but itâs too cold.â I sigh. âIâm going to have to break through the rocks.â
I know she canât hear me, but I continue talking to her in the hopes that she might come back to herself
and understand.
She doesnât.
Instead I place both of my hands on either side of the break in the boulders, and I summon all of my
strength to force them apart. It doesnât happen immediately, but I think of Ella and our baby being
trapped in these rocks forever, and I channel all of my power into destroying her makeshift fortress. A
thunderous crack fills the air as they split in two, and I snatch Ella out of the cave before any sediment
can fall on her.
The moment I lay a hand on Ella her eyeâs snap open, but thereâs no recognition in her brilliant irises.
Instead sharp, acrid fear pours out of her, and she thrashes against my hold, trying to break free. I wrap
my arms tightly around her small body, but Ella fights me like a wildcat, kicking, hitting, scratching and
biting for all sheâs worth. Itâs amazing how difficult it is to keep hold of her, and if it werenât so horrible I
would be proud of the fight sheâs putting up.
âShhh, Ella, itâs alright. Youâre safe. Youâre safe now.â However her sightless eyes and desperate cries
make me think this isnât the first time sheâs fought this way, and I find myself holding back tears as I
finally dig my fingers into a pressure point at the base of her throat, stealing her consciousness.
Little by little, Ella fades into a forced sleep, her body finally going limp in my arms. When itâs over I
slump onto the ground, gathering her precious form in my lap and pressing my hand to her belly. Our
babe is whole and unharmed, but severely distressed. I try to send waves of comfort through our bond,
beginning to purr again, but I think he can feel my own guilt and misery. He settles slightly, but pulses
of anxiety continue to surge through our bond, as well as flashes of the fear and anguish Ella felt during
the attack.
I donât stay there long, too worried about Ella catching hypothermia to give into my own bodyâs
demands for rest. However for the moment that I do remain, I wonder how it ever came to this: Naked,
slumped on the ground surrounded by dead bodies, cradling the mother of my child in my arms and
weeping my apologies into her neck.
I have to get her home. I have to make sure sheâs alright. But as soon as I know Ella and the baby are
okay, Iâm going to find and kill the person responsible for this.