Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 184

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has passed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

a tricky one – very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not sure how to best

ask, feeling more awake than my

not one for deals and alliances. He votes based on what’s best for his pack, but it isn’t clear

play the Damon will set his sights on Vanara once he conquers the continent’ card,

startled and upset by my nightmares, but hearing his father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly because it calms me every bit

“But I don’t really want to talk

talk about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans? The refugee camp? What color dress I

chuckles, “Imp. How about we discuss why on earth you’re wearing

besides, you’re not

husky. His arm is moving just out of frame, and from the hungry glint in his

the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand as I admire my mate. “I think if I were n.aked and I had the sight of such a gorgeous, virile Alpha in front of me like this … I would be very

so?” Sinclair inquires darkly, his wolf eyes

training down over my belly and between my legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for show, but it’s only too true. My wolf has been going crazy without affection

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l forgive this much because I’m away, just as long as you don’t go any

in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs his hard member, making me feel beautiful and powerful at once. “What are

free so I could give some attention to my aching

thinking about all the wicked things you’re going to do to me

shifting his own phone so that I can see

finally answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with your mouth and hands,

be able to wait any longer.” Sinclair tells me sensually. “It’s been too long, and I’ll be nearly desperate to be inside you. After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing myself or letting you off easy for all of your mischief while

dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with satisfaction. “Do you like being

I’m so close.”

enjoying seeing what a dirty girl you

trying to deny his words or hold off

He croons, “you’re not loving putting