Accidental Surrogate

3rd Person

The doctor smiled at Ella and Sinclair, pleased to be able to deliver good news for once. “Your baby is just fine.” He shared, watching the tension seep out of the expectant parents in front of him. “As I said, some spotting is perfectly normal in the early stages, and everything else looks perfect.”

Sinclair squeezed Ella to his chest, kissing her hair while she tried not to burst into tears of joy. The doctor let them have a moment to celebrate before continuing, “I am worried about Ella’s blood pressure, however. It was probably just the stress of the emergency, but it’s something we have to be very careful of. If hypertension persists, it could develop into a condition called preeclampsia, which can be very dangerous for both mother and pup.”

Ella was still reveling in their good news, but Sinclair was immediately alert at the mention of a potential danger. “So what do we do? Just keep an eye on it?”

“I’m going to send you home with a portable test kit so you can check her blood pressure at home, you should do it every day until it stabilizes and then every week until delivery. Of course if it remains high you need to see your regular OBGYN right away. And more than anything else, you need to avoid stress, Ella.” The physician advised.

Ella nodded in agreement, though in truth she wasn’t sure this goal was entirely achievable. She was about to be a first time mother, all the while grappling with a false identity, supernatural society, and political campaign. Stress seemed like an inevitability.

“Thank you doctor,” Sinclair professed, “we’ll do everything we can to keep her relaxed.” Ella wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that – if Sinclair tried to keep her on bed rest or anything of the sort, it wasn’t going to go over well. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Sinclair was watching her and all but reading her mind. “Won’t we, little mate?” He added pointedly.

This jolted Ella back to the present, and she looked up at Sinclair with wide eyes, thinking – not for the first time – that she needed to do a better job paying attention to the powerful Alpha if she wanted to get through this pregnancy with her wits intact. “Yes, Dominic.”

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That afternoon Sinclair struggled to focus on his work. All he could think about was Ella and the baby, and he was sorely tempted to take the rest of the day off to look after them. He’d already blown off all his morning meetings for that very purpose, and though Ella had encouraged him to go about his business as usual, his mind was on anything but business.

he was calling it a day, when a knock sounded

subsequently track down her lowlife ex-lover

got Sinclair’s attention. Maybe he would be able to get something worthwhile done today after all. “Bring

very honorable thing to do – considering his advantages in speed, strength and power. Still, it was tempting. He didn’t know what Ella had ever

first person to show her any attention, even letting them convince her she didn’t deserve any better than their mistreatment and disdain. He thought of Mike telling her she was a bad kisser, wondering how far the creep’s insults had gone – did she also think she was bad in bed, bad at keeping a house or

that she had been able to come out of the ordeal with so much strength of will. He growled

is your just desserts.” Sinclair answered coldly, rising from

TV.”

right.” Sinclair smirked. “I’m also Ella’s new fiance.” He lied, going with a similar story to the one they

a long moment before shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re lying. We only just broke up and she would never have cheated on me, the stupid bitch was too spineless to

Mike all but wet himself, suddenly realizing on an instinctive level that the being in front of him was no normal human – but

trembling like a

you want to cross.” Sinclair informed him, prowling forward, stalking his vile prey as if he were nothing

crazy!” Mike objected. “I

was. You ruined Ella’s life – wrecked her finances, poisoned her body, betrayed her commitment and made her think she didn’t deserve any better!” Sinclair reached out and closed his powerful hand around the scrawny human’s neck, forcing his back up against the door. “You are not a man, you are spineless, despicable little weasel, and if you want to keep your head on your

choked, clawing at Sinclair’s

you’re going to turn yourself in and pay back every