Accidental Surrogate

Ella

“Why does it feel like this is more for my benefit than yours?” I inquire archly, watching as Sinclair pours oils and salts into a large, steaming bath. The clever wolf knows how much I love a bubble bath, especially now that I’m pregnant. After years of constantly being dirty and even living on the street, there is nothing else that feels so luxurious to me – and I can’t think of anything more relaxing.

“Hey, I was going to get in with you – you’re the one who put your foot down.” Sinclair replies with a wolfish grin, skimming his fingers through the water to check the temperature.

“Because you have open wounds!” I exclaim, exasperated but also impatient for the preparation to be over so I can sink into the deep tub. “The doctors said you couldn’t submerge your injuries until the scabs are gone.”

Amazingly, the gashes on his back have already scabbed over. It seems that he truly wasn’t lying when he told me that shifters heal faster than humans, but I hadn’t expected him to heal quite so fast. At this rate his wounds will be mere scars in a couple of days.

“Which is why I’ll be supervising, not participating.” Dominic shrugs, I wonder if that hurts him? I ponder, watching the muscles rippling in his back. He certainly doesn’t show any signs of pain.

He’s so strong. My traitorous conscience moons, and for a moment I actually think I see stars in my eyes.

Rolling my eyes at my inner voice, I cross my arms over my chest. “The idea was to help us both relax.” I sigh, guilt gnawing at my insides.

“Believe it or not, Ella, but taking care of you does help me relax.” Sinclair declares coolly, pressing a button that triggers the whirlpool jets built into the tub. A steady thrumming sound whirs to life as the water begins to churn, foaming and bubbling even higher now.

“Oh sure, I’m sure your version of supervision will ensure neither of us get the least bit excited – as you and the doctor so elegantly put it.” I snark.

away from the bath. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were worried about losing control with me.” He observes darkly,

accuse, narrowing my eyes at Sinclair, even

dark brows incline towards his hairline. “Because I have no problem

Dominic, whatever you’re going to say,

we were past that, sweetheart.” He scolds, “didn’t you learn your lesson about actually hearing me

I insist, “it

now, but the longer he observes me, the softer his ravenous expression becomes. “Has it occurred

while living a lie and dodging constant death threats.” I snap, before I can consider how the Alpha might take my words. “Can you really blame me for

slam into him. I know he’s not focusing on my logic, but on the blame I’ve basically just foisted upon him.

meant it that way, but you weren’t wrong.” Sinclair declares gutturally, his face a full shade paler than it was a moment ago. “It is my fault – if I were a normal man, if

voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t force me into this, Dominic. And there’s no way to know whether any

our situation certainly isn’t making things any better.” Sinclair is pacing

on a sob. “Please don’t blame yourself for this. You’re trying to do the right thing for everyone here. Neither one of us planned this, neither one of us could have prepared for what the world would throw at us these last few months. I don’t blame

the sight, or perhaps scent, of my tears, Sinclair deflates, closing the final distance between us and pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry.” He croons in my ear, stroking my spine and

begin clambering up the huge man like a monkey climbing a tree, until my arms and legs are wrapped around him and I’m weeping into his neck. “It’s not your fault.” I repeat

not going to break me with a few tears, trouble.” He says this, but I can hear the pain in his voice,

tries to deposit me in the bath, but I won’t let go, afraid that he’ll leave if I release him. Instead he manages to pull off his slacks, shirt and boxers without dislodging me, before sinking into the tub with me still in his arms. I try to protest about