Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 12 – Investigate

Sinclair was sitting in his office, trying not to think about Ella.

Two days had dragged past at a snail’s pace, and the Alpha was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from the pretty human. His wolf was driving him up the wall, constantly suggesting that they go and check on her, just to make sure she was alright.

It was ridiculous – he knew she was perfectly fine. The mischievous creature rang her bell every few hours, just to see if he’d come to her. In fact, he was starting to think the bell had been a bad idea. He was beginning to crave hearing it, hoping she would ring the dam ned thing so he could give in to his wolf and go see her. Of course, every time it happened, Ella would scramble for some anemic excuse to explain the call – yet he was never bothered. Sinclair could tell she was just testing her limits and amusing herself, this was probably the first time in her life anyone had taken care of her, and he couldn’t bear to spoil her fun.

Ella was so unlike his ex, Lydia, that it made his head spin. Sinclair had loved his mate and wanted to give her everything her heart desired, but she wasn’t the most easy-going of she-wolves. Even before she’d shown her true colors and betrayed him, he’d known going through a pregnancy with her would be very difficult. He could imagine her in Ella’s shoes now, demanding every unreasonable extravagance she could imagine and complaining non-stop. She would have made a wondrous experience a trial – something not to relish but endure– whereas Ella was sweetly reveling in the magic of creating life, overwhelmed to find herself in comfort rather than constantly struggling.

Sinclair’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and he promptly called, “come in.”

His heart leapt when the investigator he’d hired to look into Ella poked his head through the door, “Is now a good time, Alpha?”

“Yes.” He agreed, more than eager to hear what the man had discovered.

“Well you were right.” The investigator announced as he entered and plopped into the chair opposite Sinclair’s. “I checked with the police, Ella Reina reported a stolen identity a couple of days after the insemination, and until a few months ago her financial history was perfectly sound.”

triumphantly in his head. I knew

police have any leads?” Sinclair

off her balance every month like clockwork, and all the charges are very modest. The new cards were maxed out almost

my sperm end up getting switched with the donor she chose?” Sinclair questioned, beyond relieved to hear the mother of his pup was not another shallow, gold-digging schemer

other than the right to stay with the baby. Her file at the clinic indicated she’s

Ella had struggled with fertility for years, only to be betrayed by her partner. For all their differences, he was beginning to think they had more in common than they realized. However there was one thing he didn’t understand, and he was tired of going through the investigator. It was time to

and looked so sweet it actually hurt to look at her. He was reluctant to disturb her, knowing she needed her rest, and started to retreat. However the sound of his footsteps must have roused her, because a moment later Ella

good afternoon.” Sinclair teased, fighting the urge to brush the hair from

stomach answered for her, growling

get you something

her lashes, “does

hug palm to her belly, making her flinch with surprise, then shushing her gently and petting her hair. “Shh, I just want to feel the baby.” He focused on the tiny being in Ella’s womb,

a rich cozy sound that wrapped Ella in warmth. “So,

you know that!” Ella exclaimed, her eyes

shifter parents have a me ntal link with

my head sometimes?” Ella questioned. “Like when I passed out,

nodded. He was surprised that a human was able to pick up on it, but it was the

even allow her to have something so unhealthy. He’d been so adamant about prenatal vitamins, exercise and care. Apparently cravings were a different matter though – he must have understood how powerful the hunger

Sinclair grin… though it didn’t last for long. “I hate to ruin your good mood,” he began apologetically, “but I wanted to ask – why did you go to a sperm bank to get pregnant, if you didn’t know about