Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 158

Refugees

Ella

“What do you mean, you lost my sister?” I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding.

Roger held his hands up in defense. “She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she got annoyed with me and left.”

“Then why didn’t you follow her? She is the only human on an entire continent of wolves, and you just let her run off on her own?” I hiss, lashing out with my claws. Sinclair purrs and takes a step back, causing my hands to swipe through nothing but air. “She doesn’t know her way around or have any contacts here!”

“You ought to give her more credit. She’s a big girl, Ella.” Roger tells me, with infuriating confidence. “She’s also known about and been working with shifters a lot longer than you have. She’s used to being the only human in the room.”

“How dare you tell me how to feel or think about my sister. She is my sister, not yours. You don’t know the first thing about her.” I accuse, getting more annoyed by the minute. “Why I oughta–”

“Alright trouble, why don’t we go back to the palace and make sure Cora is home safe. If she isn’t we can go out looking, and I’ll even let you beat up Roger. How does that sound?” Sinclair suggests, his lips moving against my ear.

Roger informs us,

palace?” I inquire, batting my

lips. Besides, Cora isn’t the only one who ran off into the unknown today.

He immediately pulls me close, even

dark chuckle rolls through my mind, don’t pretend like it was an

a particularly sharp nip when his emerald eyes meet

need a release. As soon as we locate Cora I fully expect Sinclair to close us in our suite and not emerge until morning. I’m eager and ready for him already, and the knowledge that our love making will keep his mind off the war is only a bonus. Making Sinclair take a day off requires constant and continuous effort – and I’m more than happy

In fact, he works me over so well that I can barely remember my own name by the time we’re done. I can only lay sprawled over his chest, near comatose as he strokes my spine and whispers sweet nothings in my ear –

eyelids grow heavy, and I try to push myself up, painfully aware that if I fall asleep Sinclair will probably go back to work. Sinclair’s arm locks around

informs me, encouraging me to settle. “You need your rest and you’re not going to

like the coziest blanket. “Will you at least nap with me?” I request, too exhausted to argue, let alone actually move. If I were as enormous as my mate then lying on top of him might just trap him in bed, but I know that’s not the case. Instead I have to hope that I can snuggle in so completely that he won’t want to risk

his deep voice. I’ll rest for a while, but

this is the best deal I can probably hope for, I surrender, falling asleep

I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with a sigh. “I love you, angel.

sure, blame the pup. My wolf jokes, Never mind the Alpha who pleasures you into

think Sinclair was using sex to exhaust me, but this is the way it’s always been with his wolf. He never seems to get enough of me, and

on a robe and wander into the other room, where I can hear my mate talking with Hugo, Henry, Roger and Gabriel. Sinclair’s eyes lock onto me the moment I walk in the room, following my movements with total focus. I yawn and stretch as I approach, unwittingly emitting a sleepy moan, and I see Sinclair’s pupils expand with desire. You’re playing a dangerous game to tempt me in front of all of these wolves, sweet mate. Flaunting your delectable curves, those sexy little sounds. His wolf is clearly taking over, and I feel

discipline – but it’s a delightful ache that sends pulses of heat straight to my core. If we’re not careful the entire room might soon know just how out of control our libidos have become