Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 13 – Pregnancy diet

Ella

This is confusing.

It was much easier for me to hate Sinclair when he was being overbearing and bossy, I’m not sure what to make of all this kindness. It seems too good to be true, and that’s a guaranteed red flag. I learned the hard way growing up as an orphan, if it seems too good to be true, it’s because it is.

At the same time, I can’t bring myself to pull away from Sinclair. He’s still holding and rocking me more tenderly than I ever could have imagined. Has anyone ever held me this way? Mike certainly didn’t, and while Cora has always comforted me in times of need, this does not feel like cuddling Cora. I’m aware of Sinclair’s touch in a way that is far from sisterly, I feel as though I’m being scalded by his heat, and wonder if werewolves run higher temperatures than humans.

It strikes me quite suddenly that if Sinclair is half this attentive with his children, my baby will have more love than I could have possibly hoped for. He really will make a wonderful father – assuming this isn’t some act to make me agree to some new condition on our agreement. Then again, I remember how kind he’s always been to Jake and Millie, how obviously he loves children.

I’m not sure where it comes from, but suddenly I feel a rush of jealousy for the woman who will become his mate. She will be very lucky indeed, and it’s obvious his sperm wasn’t the problem with his past fertility struggles now. They’ll probably have many children together, and my baby can have siblings to love and play with. I might not be able to have a big family, but my child will be part of one – and that’s what’s important, right? So why do I feel so bitter at the thought of another woman being with Sinclair?

I might suspect that a she-wolf would feel threatened by my baby, because it would prevent one of her own pups from becoming Sinclair’s heir, but I know that’s not it either. I snuggle closer as my tears slow, and Sinclair purrs, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Why is it so hard to pull away from him? Why does the idea of leaving his arms make me so disappointed?

I can’t be attracted to him. I can’t. It’s a recipe for disaster!

“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice sounds in my ear, and I jolt as if I’ve been shocked. I can feel myself coloring already, and when I look up at him, there’s a knowing smirk on his face.

conjure an excuse that would explain my embarrassment, so I confess a half truth,

bowl I’ve just finished. “I think that might be

yet, and no one has ever deigned to tell me what

reminds me, catching me in the

no matter what I call you.” I state tritely, pulling away from him at last. I slip off his knee and rise to my feet. His collar is soaked through with my tears, and though I’m standing and he’s kneeling, he’s still almost as tall as I am. I place my hands on my hips, trying not

I make you something else, what’s

and circle around him, heading for the door. My fingers are inches from the

Sinclair clucks in disapproval,

wherever I wish here.” I

the kitchen if you like,” He agrees, “but not if you’re only going to

Here I am, demanding sweets when I know it isn’t best for my child, but I can’t help the cravings I’m experiencing. The baby wants what it wants, and there’s no reasoning with my hormones. They are stronger than any PMS or mood swing I’ve ever experienced before, it makes me feel like a different person. I’m a mature adult, I’ve been on my own my whole life – I raised myself and Cora, even though she’s older. So why do I feel like crying again simply

one ever cared for you enough to set limits?” He asks, searching my face. In the wrong tone it might have sounded like a cruel reminder, but

an orphan, remember?” I bite, my voice thick with emotion. “No one has ever cared for me at all – not the

leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be

very confused by his behavior, and my own feelings. My body is responding to him like it’s never responded to anyone – it feels as if I’ve come alive after a very long sleep – but I have

me and though I’m feeling contrary enough that I’m tempted to reject it on principle, that impulse

is not something he could have possibly learned from his link with the baby. It’s not a craving, but a personal fact very