Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 16 – Brother

Ella

The stranger looks a lot like Sinclair, and the word “brother” strikes my interest. If they’re siblings, why is Sinclair looking at him so harshly? They don’t seem friendly at all.

“This is Ella.” Sinclair announces, sliding his arm around my waist. “My future mate, and the mother of my pup.”

“Our pup.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I’m not sure why I said it, but the way Sinclair declared the pups as his – as if it belonged to him and not me – brought out my maternal instincts. I even growled a little as I staked my claim, making Sinclair’s lips quirk with amusement.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” The man scoffs. “I’ve never seen or heard of you before, I didn’t have the faintest idea my brother was expecting, and he hasn’t even marked you.” I realize he’s right. Sinclair had mentioned scent marking me before the campaign dinner – whatever that means – but he hasn’t done it yet. Luckily his pup’s presence is strong enough to make me smell like a wolf, but this man clearly isn’t fooled by our pretense as a couple. “Let me guess, he just picked you up off the street because you make such a pretty womb?”

A low rumble is vibrating against my side as Sinclair’s wolf begins to growl. Meanwhile I flush with embarrassment, it’s not the truth, but it’s close enough to make me want to hide behind Sinclair’s strength and dominance. Where did that come from? The little voice in my head asks. You’ve never hidden from a problem or backed down from a challenge a day in your life. That’s true, but then again, I’ve never had anyone to hide behind before.

The man is still speaking, making fun of my naivete for expecting Sinclair to honor my role as our baby’s mother. “And you actually think he’ll keep you around once you squirt the kid out? Clearly brains and beauty don’t go hand in hand.”

“Clearly ugliness and cynicism do.” I bite back, feeling bolstered by Sinclair’s steady presence at my side. “If you ask me the fact that you haven’t heard about me says more about your low status than my own. You’re obviously not important enough to warrant the Alpha’s time.”

Sinclair chuckles darkly, giving me a small squeeze to show his approval. “She has a point, Roger.”

The man, Roger, glares at his brother before offering me a look that almost appears pitying. “Mark my words, he’ll toss you to the curb at the first opportunity.”

coming from the baby, as if I can feel Sinclair’s pleasure to hear me saying it through our pup. “He has more honor in his little finger than you do in your entire body. That much is obvious and I’ve

“Roger, give it a rest. Show some respect to

even manage

his throat, holding him aloft. He squirms and tugs at Sinclair’s white knuckled fingers,

“I know it’s mine because we are bonded already, and I will be bonded to Ella after our formal

direction, “It’s a shame your pup won’t either. You could

can keep track, Sinclair has dropped him to the floor.

is going to say when they find out you attacked your own family in broad daylight – over nothing more than a few honest words? The council wants a stable king, not a loose cannon. Clearly that pup hasn’t done a da mn thing to

think his aggression had anything to do with being unmated, I think it was because he feels so protective of his pup, and by extension –

already back on

leaning into his warmth. His energy is still very agitated, and all my instincts are driving me to comfort him the same way he’s comforted me

his head, brushing the topic aside. “That’s just for show during the election. I don’t expect you to actually go through with it. It’s simply a way of explaining to people

know Sinclair is handsome, but we’re different species and he’s completely controlling, I can’t

breathe in his scent, and feel heat begin to pool low in my belly. Snap out of it!

sure he’s not watching me struggle to untangle these confusing feelings, and for once, his attention is very far away. My relief immediately gives way to sympathy as I take in

looks down at me, his grim features softening to a smile. “You can say

want to talk about it?” I press, curious but not wanting to intrude

dragging a hand through his hair. “Roger and I… we’re very different people –

“Why not?” I inquire.

died protecting me, and he’s never forgiven me. There was already bad feelings