Accidental Surrogate

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Ella

“How are you feeling?” Sinclair asks, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The wild hunt is tonight, and I know he’s not merely asking about my morning sickness or fatigue.

“Nervous.” I confess. “Do you think…” I trail off, blushing and unsure if I can actually speak the question I need to ask.

“What is it Ella?” He inquires, coming forward with an encouraging smile.

“Do you think I could see your wolf before we go tonight, just so that I’ll recognize it when I see you?” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, but knowing Sinclair’s wolf ears will be more than capable of picking up on the sound. And so I won’t be scared. I add silently in my head.

“Of course.” He chuckles, “That’s a great idea. I should have thought of it myself.”

His powerful hands move to the buttons on his shirt, and I find myself taking a step back. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted to see my wolf, I don’t want to ruin this shirt.” He shrugs. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Right.” I breathe, “Right, of course.”

He continues stripping off his clothes, and I work hard to avert my gaze. So far I’ve been very successful in avoiding temptation by not looking at his body in these vulnerable moments, and I’m not about to change that now – on the day when it’s more important than ever that we practice self control.

“Does it hurt, shifting?” I ask, staring at my fidgeting fingers.

almost unbearable, it takes hours and hours, but once you’ve gotten it over with it

I feel suddenly lightheaded, “How old are you

different for everyone – most make the change when they go

eventually suffering through this sort of grisly shift, and I don’t like it one bit. “What

as painful as anyone else’s. But my father was with me, he got me through it, just like I’ll do for our son.” He

sigh, feeling relieved to know Sinclair will help guide our child through the process. I can imagine Henry was a very gentle and supportive presence for Sinclair, and I know he’ll be the same. “I suppose… I probably wouldn’t be

when I’m not, and I’m amazed at how much stronger I feel with my own body covered. I

“Yes, sorry.” I flush.

murmurs, “and don’t get close to me until after I’ve shifted, you don’t want to

seems to go blurry, I even feel a bit nauseous trying to keep track of the rapid movement. However when my eyes adjust and I’m able to take in the familiar

“That’s not a wolf that’s a bear!” I blurt

probably almost as tall as I am – gives

not a bear!” I quickly amend, still trying to reconcile the fact that the beast in front of me is actually the man who spends every night wrapped around

huffs and rolls his eyes, sitting on the rug and waiting patiently for me to recover from

you.” I point out, my head filled with images of me mounted on his back

I mean.” I’m amazed that anyone could manage to be so suggestive without

seems positively hilarious that Dominic Sinclair is sitting in front of me

touch

I understand his reasoning, I know he’s waiting for me to come to him. It takes a minute for me to find the courage to move my leadened feet, but I manage. I slowly cross the room,

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