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.

Sinclair promises, kissing my upturned lips. Besides, Cora isn’t the only one who ran off into the unknown today. I think maybe you’ve been a bad influence on her. He adds in my

as I turn to face him. He immediately pulls me close, even as

my mind, don’t pretend like it was an accident, little mate.

accuse, nibbling his pec and delivering a particularly sharp nip when his emerald

in our suite and not emerge until morning. I’m eager and ready for him already, and the knowledge that our love making will keep his mind off the war is

how many times I ask. Eventually Sinclair drags me away and, thanks to his ravenous wolf, I soon forget my anger with his brother. In fact, he works me over so well that I can barely remember my own name by the time we’re done. I can

aware that if I fall asleep Sinclair will probably go back to work. Sinclair’s arm locks around me,

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

the coziest blanket. “Will you 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

in his deep voice. I’ll rest for a while,

for, I surrender, falling asleep to the sound

is sated and sore, but I’m alone 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

mind the

been with his wolf. He never seems to get enough of me, and I know he wouldn’t turn his attention from the war at all if he could help it. This is pure instinct, and I’m not complaining one

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 to tempt me in front of all of these wolves, sweet mate. Flaunting your delectable curves, those sexy little sounds. His wolf is clearly taking over, and I feel a rush of pride that I can

discipline – but it’s a delightful ache