Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 96 – Ella and Sinclair Reach an Understanding

Ella

“Why does it feel like this is more for my benefit than yours?” I inquire archly, watching as Sinclair pours oils and salts into a large, steaming bath. The clever wolf knows how much I love a bubble bath, especially now that I’m pregnant. After years of constantly being dirty and even living on the street, there is nothing else that feels so luxurious to me – and I can’t think of anything more relaxing.

“Hey, I was going to get in with you – you’re the one who put your foot down.” Sinclair replies with a wolfish grin, skimming his fingers through the water to check the temperature.

“Because you have open wounds!” I exclaim, exasperated but also impatient for the preparation to be over so I can sink into the deep tub. “The doctors said you couldn’t submerge your injuries until the scabs are gone.”

Amazingly, the gashes on his back have already scabbed over. It seems that he truly wasn’t lying when he told me that shifters heal faster than humans, but I hadn’t expected him to heal quite so fast. At this rate his wounds will be mere scars in a couple of days.

“Which is why I’ll be supervising, not participating.” Dominic shrugs, I wonder if that hurts him? I ponder, watching the muscles rippling in his back. He certainly doesn’t show any signs of pain.

He’s so strong. My traitorous conscience moons, and for a moment I actually think I see stars in my eyes.

Rolling my eyes at my inner voice, I cross my arms over my chest. “The idea was to help us both relax.” I sigh, guilt gnawing at my insides.

or not, Ella, but taking care of you does help me relax.” Sinclair declares coolly, pressing a button that triggers the whirlpool jets built into the tub. A steady thrumming

of us get the least bit excited – as you and the doctor so

worried about losing control with me.” He observes darkly, “but I can’t imagine why that would be, unless of course your feelings for me are stronger than you’re letting

you’re just fishing.” I accuse, narrowing my eyes at Sinclair, even

towards his hairline. “Because I have no

sudden spike of panic. “Seriously Dominic, whatever you’re going to say, I don’t

were past that, sweetheart.” He scolds, “didn’t you learn your lesson about actually hearing

different.” I insist, “it

away now, but the longer he observes me, the softer his ravenous expression becomes. “Has it occurred to you that part of the reason you’re so stressed is

how the

but on the blame I’ve basically just foisted upon him.

that way, but you weren’t wrong.” Sinclair declares gutturally, his face a full shade paler than it was a moment ago. “It is my fault – if I were a normal man,

emotion. “You didn’t force me into this, Dominic. And there’s no way to know whether any of this is connected. Mike destroyed my reproductive system and plenty of healthy women

things any

do the right thing for everyone here. Neither one of us planned this, neither one of us

“I’m sorry.” He croons in my ear, stroking my spine and kissing my hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Here I am, supposed to be keeping you

on the ground, but I don’t want them to be. I begin clambering up the huge man like a monkey climbing a tree, until my arms and legs are

He coos, sitting down on the edge of the bath. “It’s okay, you’re not going to break me with a few tears, trouble.” He says this, but I can hear the pain in his voice, I can still see the horrible expression

bath, but I won’t let go, afraid that he’ll leave if I release him. Instead he manages to pull off his slacks, shirt and boxers without dislodging me, before sinking into the