Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 211 – Rafe’s Anger

Ella

I loop my arms around Sinclair’s neck as he carries me through the palace gates, trying to steady myself even as my concerns for his injuries grow irrepressible. “Dominic no, you’ll hurt yourself.” I object, sweeping my eyes over his muscular body. He’s naked as the day he was born, and his abdomen is swollen with black and blue bruises. His feet are bleeding, and numerous smaller bruises and cuts dot his powerful form.

He doesn’t seem the least bit bothered, though I suspect he’s using the last stores of his power to stave off the pain. “Hush now, I’ve been waiting weeks to hold you, you think I’m going to let some sore ribs stop me?” Sinclair quips, brushing his lips over my forehead.

I try to help as best I can, novelebook.com sitting upright in his arms and using his strong shoulders to support my weight. I’m in the perfect position to explore the curve of his neck, and my inner wolf won’t let me pass up the opportunity. I nuzzle his sweat-stained skin, kissing and nibbling his throat – letting him feel how elated I am to have him home, and just how badly I missed him.

Sinclair emits an appreciative purr, turning his lips to my ear. “Do you want to tell me what mischief you’ve been making to make Philippe and Gabriel so grumpy?”

“Nothing.” I reply innocently, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. “They’re just mean, ill-tempered men.”

Sinclair grins wolfishly, and my heart skips a beat. “Now why do I find that hard to believe?”

“Because she’s the most ungovernable she-wolf I’ve ever met.” Gabriel snorts from beside us, also smiling. “Honestly, you’d think I was nothing but a nobody omega for all the consideration she gives my orders.”

“I might give them more – if you were half the wolf my mate is.” I challenge, feeling thoroughly emboldened with Sinclair’s arms around me.

“Is that anyone to speak to the man who has shown us and our people such friendship

who tried to lock me up so I couldn’t come after you when you were out there alone and clearly in need

last thing I would have wanted was for you to be out there looking for me with a bomber on the loose.” Sinclair remarks, affectionate but somber as he looks to his old friend. “I know why

indignantly, “But I was the only one who even believed you were alive!” I exclaim.

Sinclair soothes, pressing soft kisses to my cheek. “I made it home,

not the one who put you on bed rest, Ella.” Gabriel

just stress because you were missing.” I assure him quickly, “I’ll be fine now that you’re back.” He’s still watching me suspiciously, and I’m willing Gabriel not to say more. Luckily the perfect distraction awaits us as we enter the palace itself. Word has obviously spread about Sinclair’s return, and it seems as if every shifter in the

servants, Vanaran courtiers and refugees from home. nvëlx.o The servants and Vanarans bow and smile, but the refugees drop to their knees with tears in their eyes, looking as though their prayers have been answered – which they probably have. Sinclair nods to each and every one of them with such respect, compassion and dedication, signaling that he sees and appreciates them, even if he doesn’t have the freedom to stop at this moment. I lean my head against his shoulder as my wolf overflows with pride for our mate, letting him feel every ounce of the emotion

sofa with me in his lap, at last able to greet our pup properly. He runs his hands over my belly, his eyes drinking in every inch of my changed body. Just look at you. He marvels, his gaze lingering on my ever-enlarging breasts and the sudden protrusion of my popped belly button. I can’t wait until I get you alone. His wolf says in my mind. I’m going

how big you’ve gotten. I wish I could keep you

instead of Sinclair’s. I add my touch and my voice, thinking I might understand the problem,” Come on angel, you were so excited to feel your Daddy again.” I remind him, “Don’t be angry when he’s finally

me when I say that it was the last thing I wanted. nvëlx.o I never want to be

been born. A miniature version of Sinclair in my arms, sulking because his father left – giving him the cold shoulder as punishment. He got angry with me for the first time too.

if he were able to take the baby from me and cuddle him directly, he would. He would bombard him with love and affection the same way he does to me when I’m cross, forcing the tiny tot to understand that no matter how far away he goes, he’ll always

I confess, grimacing. When our call dropped the other day… I was really scared. I wanted to protect him so I tried to shield him from my feelings. But I cut

thought you said you knew

you’re all right.” He sets his bag on the coffee table and opens it, extracting a few tools. “Luna, if you wouldn’t mind?” He doesn’t directly ask me to move, but it’s clear he needs me out