Accidental Surrogate

#Chapter 176 — Hypnosis

Ella

“I don't want to wake up .” I complain, still snuggled beneath the covers of my dream bed with Sinclair.

“I know, but the sooner we do and get back to work, the sooner we can be reunited.” Sinclair replies, sounding every bit as reluctant as I feel.

“Meet me again tonight?” I request, wondering how I'll ever force myself to untangle my limbs from his.

True to his promise, my mate had freed me of my guilt and helped me forgive myself, just not in the way I expected. I got to give him plenty of pleasure, but unleashing all of his Alpha power was like experiencing his wolf on steroids. He was so wild and feral, practically rabid with lust, and my wolf responded like a complete wanton. I imagine it’s what being in heat will feel like after the baby comes, and the entire night passed in a blurry haze. My body is sore and aching from my mate's dominant treatment, but my heart is light and my conscience is clear.

“wild horses couldn’t stop me.” Sinclair promises, still bathing me in the glow of his astounding magic.

“We'll of course not.” I joke, “your wolf is the size of a bloody horse already and he’s got built in knives on his fingers and toes.”

Sinclair laughs, petting my hip. “Fine, an army of vampires couldn’t stop me.” He amends.

I pause, “wait, are vampires real too?”

“No.” Sinclair smiles, without judgment. He pauses then, seeming to be listening for something. “I think I’m waking up. Be good today, little mate. No skipped meals or forgotten naps.”

“I'll be good as long as you stay safe.” I agree, thinking I might cry and then feeling ridiculous for being so emotional over such a short time apart.

wordlessly, but he seems to sense my words came from a place of vulnerability, so he doesn’t chastise me. no.vel.ebook Instead he waits for me to look up at him again, “and please talk to Gabriel about investigating your past, the longer we put it off the more you'll dread

reluctant confirmation, “I'll make some

all his love through

dream turned bittersweet by my mate’s absence. I scarf down my breakfast and throw myself into making arrangements for the summit, before visiting the orphans and departing for the refugee arrivals camp. When I arrive, I’m surprised to discover that my sister is already present,

scared me.” She breathes, pressing her hand

gaze to a surgeon setting a broken bone, placing the injured arm into a strange machine, which automatically projects a light image of the woman's skeleton, like a portable x-ray which requires no radiation. As we watch, the machine carefully

inquire, feeling

shaking her head. “These packs have a lot they could

know how humans are with people they don't know or understand.no.vel.ebook If they found out about wolves we'd

aren’t some marginalized group.” Cora answers, “ they are the ones holding the power. Yes, humans would be afraid and all the bigots in the world would

on our side, but I think it's a mistake to forget how much

expression now, and I’m surprised to find a gulf between us. Our relationship didn’t change when we found out I'm a shifter, but in this discussion we’re suddenly separated by our identities. “On our side?” She repeats, her brow furrowing. “You mean your side. Have you forgotten, sister, that I’m one of the hateful

it that way.” I sigh, replaying my words in my

even thought about how this war is affecting the humans on the continent? They’re suffering the same violence and instability, but unlike us, they don't have any idea why it's happening or where it’s coming from. It must just seem

they don’t have anywhere to run, there is no magical continent to

but until this moment I hadn’t given any specific thought to the humans. The shame I so recently banished comes back to strike

sorry.” I choke, “You’re right. I’ve gotten so caught up in my own life these last couple of weeks... in trying to figure out where

a bit self absorbed right now, it's you.”

think about the humans too, Sinclair might already be monitoring the situation or planning things, but if he isn’t, I'll make sure we start.” I decide, thinking aloud. Almost as an afterthought, I add, “Frustration