Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 158 – Refugees

Ella

“What do you mean, you lost my sister?” I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding.

Roger held his hands up in defense. “She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she got annoyed with me and left.”

“Then why didn’t you follow her? She is the only human on an entire continent of wolves, and you just let her run off on her own?” I hiss, lashing out with my claws. Sinclair purrs and takes a step back, causing my hands to swipe through nothing but air. “She doesn’t know her way around or have any contacts here!”

“You ought to give her more credit. She’s a big girl, Ella.” Roger tells me, with infuriating confidence. “She’s also known about and been working with shifters a lot longer than you have. She’s used to being the only human in the room.”

“How dare you tell me how to feel or think about my sister. She is my sister, not yours. You don’t know the first thing about her.” I accuse, getting more annoyed by the minute. “Why I oughta–”

“Alright trouble, why don’t we go back to the palace and make sure Cora is home safe. If she isn’t we can go out looking, and I’ll even let you beat up Roger. How does that sound?” Sinclair suggests, his lips moving against my ear.

“I heard that.” Roger informs us, thoroughly exasperated.

“Can I still beat him up, even if she is back at the palace?” I inquire, batting my eyelashes at my mate and ignoring the impudent wolf in front of us.

one who ran off into the unknown today. I think maybe you’ve been a bad influence on her.

this accusation as I turn to face him. He immediately pulls me close, even as I protest. That isn’t fair! I haven’t learned

it was

nibbling his pec and delivering a particularly sharp nip when

I’m eager and ready for him already, and the knowledge that our love making will keep his mind off the war is only a bonus. Making Sinclair take a day off requires constant and continuous effort – and I’m more than happy to let my body pay

my anger with his brother. In fact, he works me over so well

asleep Sinclair will probably go back to work. Sinclair’s arm locks around me, and I whine with annoyance. “Let me

trouble.” Sinclair informs me, encouraging me to settle. “You need your rest and you’re not going to

at least nap with me?” I request, too exhausted to argue, let alone actually move. If I were as enormous as my mate then lying on top of him might just trap him in bed, but I know that’s not the case. Instead I have to hope that I can snuggle in so completely that he

little wolf. Sinclair teases, nothing but praise in his deep voice. I’ll rest for a while, but I can’t promise

probably hope for, I surrender, falling asleep to

in bed. I glance at the clock and realize I napped most of the afternoon. Even so, I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with

pup. My wolf jokes, Never mind the Alpha who pleasures you into

never seems to get enough of me,

following my movements with total focus. I yawn and stretch as I approach, unwittingly emitting a sleepy moan, and I see Sinclair’s pupils expand with desire. You’re playing a dangerous game

which still stings from my earlier discipline – but it’s a delightful ache that sends pulses of heat straight to my core. If we’re not careful the entire room might soon know just how out of control our libidos have become since we mated. It might not surprise or bother them, but I still have enough