Accidental Surrogate

#Chapter 174— Ella Apologizes

Ella

After my snack, I meet with the chefs to talk about menus for the summit, then ask to have dinner sent up to my rooms.I’m feeling too pensive and tired to be social tonight.

I’m still reeling from discovering how badly I handled my troubles with Sinclair, and I’m both dreading and eager to make amends.I know I won’t feel better until I do, but the prospect is more than a little daunting.I’m too much of a chicken to call him on the phone, and I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing right now anyway.So I decide to wait for our dreams, where I’ll be able to feel his touch and let my wolf take over if things get too hard.I know Sinclair probably won't be asleep for hours, but it was a long, emotionally draining day.

So as much as I want to put off our meeting I take a quick shower and climb into my nest.

It smells like Sinclair, and that blessed comfort is enough to whisk me off into my dreams.

When I arrive in the dream forest I have nothing but time to kill, and I spend it thinking about what I want to say to Sinclair when he appears.

Of course, the more I think about my mistakes, the worse I feel, and soon I’m fighting the urge to cry.

When my mate finally takes shape in the distant trees, I feel a deep pang in my chest.I can’t bring myself to look at him.I kneel at the foot of the bed, my hands resting on either side of my belly as I stare at my lap.I can perfectly picture his handsome face, rugged lines and bronze skin practically glowing in the light of the moon, his blazing wolf eyes piercing me through the darkness.

"Hello trouble."

Sinclair’s deep voice wraps around me like a warm embrace, and I can see his black-clad legs just in front of me.

Strong fingers catch my chin, and then he’s tilting my face up to his.He searches my features with lethal intensity, and his voice is husky when he speaks.

"What, no smile?" He asks, running his thumb over my lower lip, his longer fingers splayed across my cheek and delving into my hair.

"If I didn’t know any better I'd think you weren’t happy to see me."

I can feel his wolf prodding at our bond, trying to tempt my own inner animal to rise to the surface.

"What is it, little wolf? Talk to me."

"I owe you an apology." I admit, wide eyed and trying to stop my voice from quavering.

"Already?" He inquires, the corner of his lip twitching upward.

"I’ve only been gone a day, how much mischief could you possibly have made? Other than skipping lunch of course."My jaw drops, and in my surprise and outrage, I forget some of my shyness.

"He actually told you?! That rat!" Sinclair chuckles, stroking my hair back from my face.

"You missed our bedtime call, so I checked with Roger. He explained that you’d had along day and probably went to bed early."

A new stab of guilt assails me.

"I forgot."

my hands, "I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.I just didn’t get a chance to nap and

away from my face, his brow furrowed with

"Baby, it’s okay."

not." I insist,

keep letting you down, you’re always there for me and every time you need me to be there for you,

know Sinclair is warning me to stop

voice thick, "I’ve been

step of the way — figuring out how to best use my

you a hard time for being stressed and then run away

out the storm, watching me with

me, but when you tried I refused to listen because I didn’t like what you were saying.I wasted our time together and whined and complained — and even now I can tell you’re pissed that I'm being hard on myself and you’re getting ready to comfort me and tell me

be held accountable and I’m not going to let you smooth this over because I’m breeding or new to being a wolf! Yell at

my emotions swirling out of control.I’m prepared for the worst, and I

simply crosses his arms over his chest, his expression

I don’t think he’s going to speak to me, but then he rumbles,

taken aback by

"Why?"

brow, one which has me scampering onto the plush

he steps forward, and I don’t need to tap into our bond to feel his disapproval.It rolls off him

is in

pure

his alpha power flow out of him freely, and maybe

courses through his veins, the reason

he’s clever and kind, but before now I never quite realized how much

also astounded to realize how much control he must employ every second of every day in order to keep it in check, to stop it from coming out this way and terrifying everyone he

I might have challenged him, but now I have no option

I

not showing me

who decides how I feel? Who gets to choose whether or

with the desperation to cease the onslaught

belly up with her tail between her legs, but still Sinclair does not relent.His

who gets to tell me how to deal

technically your wo—- no

unleashes yet another wall of power, disproving my earlier assumption

"That's right, little wolf."

uncrossing his arms so he can

"On all counts."

wordlessly, and I

work through those feelings.But

"I'm sorry." I sniffle.