Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 233

Ella

I clutch my belly in shock, whirling around to locate Sinclair. He’s leaning in the doorway of our bedroom, his powerful arms crossed over his chest. Sinclair’s glowing green eyes pierce straight through me, a foreboding expression on his handsome face as he waits for my answer.

“Nowhere.” I squeak, too surprised to think clearly.

Sinclair rumbles wordlessly and prowls forward, catching my nape in his strong hand. “You told me you were coming back here after dinner, but you were clearly somewhere else, trouble. The question is whether you meant to come back and got sidetracked, or if you lied to me?”

He tilts my head back so I’m forced to look up at him, and though he’s wearing his most intimidating expression, my inner wolf only swoons. She flops onto her back and rubs herself against the ground, attempting to entice her mate. I can feel Sinclair’s wolf fighting the urge to give in, reasserting his disapproval through our bond. The massive creature towers above my wolf in our minds’ eye, his canine features hungry, fierce and utterly irresistible.

Sinclair’s free hand travels across my waist and settles over my navel. The baby kicks in excitement, sharing the elated emotions and silliness he’d been feeling through our bond when I was scheming with Roger. For a split second, I think Sinclair might be fighting a smile, “Have you been making mischief, little wolf.”

“Of course not.” I promise, sliding my arms around his neck and rising onto my tip toes for a kiss, “I wouldn’t even know how.”

Sinclair chuckles darkly, claiming my lips for an extended interlude that sparks fire in my veins. “Don’t make me ask Philippe where you’ve been, little wolf.” He warns when we part, “it will only make things worse.”

“I just went to see Roger.” I shrug, batting my lashes and trying to look innocent, “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Thank you. But you didn’t answer my question, Ella.” Sinclair responds, running his palm over the curve of my bottom and squeezing, hitching me closer.

on coming straight here…

and brushing his fangs back and forth over my mating mark. He pauses to nibble the special spot, turning my insides to liquid. “And what business did you have with Roger that was so important

I insist, earning myself a scolding growl. I give him a beseeching look as he raises his head again, already knowing I’m fighting a losing battle, “just an omission.” Sinclair arches a devastatingly dubious brow, and

genuinely wary, “Ella,

finish explaining the plot, I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, only to find him beaming down at me. He cups my cheek in his hand and, feeling emboldened, I offer him a shy smile. “You are the sweetest, most diabolical little imp I’ve ever met.” Sinclair announces, laughing heartily. “He’s going

a grin, “it’s good

still a very bad girl for going behind my back.” Despite his words, his tone is pure affection. “I was worried when you weren’t here, and besides your

“I’m sorry, I should have told

into his arms. “And we’ll talk more about that later, but for now I’m more concerned about the power

glowing?” I guess, not really wanting to discuss this when we’re finally alone and his kisses have left me feeling more than a little hot and bothered.”Wouldn’t you

he holds firm. “We have plenty of time for that, trouble.” He answers, settling on the couch with me in his

leaning my head against his

He explains, “It wasn’t just glowing. When you spoke it was like… I don’t know, the only thing I can compare it to is casting a

do you mean?” I inquire, not sure I

so completely that we all forgot everything else. When you spoke, nothing else existed. Now,” He flashed a sultry smile, ‘That might be business as usual for me, but it isn’t for other wolves – especially not Alpha’s of this caliber. Your words weren’t just persuasive, it felt as if

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