Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 195

Ella

“What do you mean, it was a memory?” Sinclair asks carefully. “I thought the priests came to you in the orphanage? I don’t remember anything about humans attacking you in the woods.”

I stare at my lap, cradling my belly and trying to figure out how to explain my deceit. I knew this conversation was inevitable -I even prepared for it, but these are not the circ.umstances I expected. I didn’t imagine I would be so emotionally fragile, or that Sinclair would be wrapped around me purring, fresh off of rescuing me from a traumatic nightmare. I thought I would be able to present my case and apologize, acknowledging my wrong doing with confidence and strength of conviction.

Now I fear it’s going to tumble out as a mess of excuses and tangled feelings.

“Ella?” Sinclair presses, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

When I finally look up at him, tears pour from my lashes. “Ive still been doing the hypnosis.” I confess, my l!ps quivering with every word. “I went behind your back and convinced the others to help me.”

Sinclair’s glowing emerald eyes bore into me as me.”

Sinclair’s glowing emerald eyes bore into me as his jaw clenches tight, the muscles twitching dangerously. I open my mind to him, showing him everything that happened through our bond, both the lead up to the second session and the events we uncovered through the ether. I even show him the conversation afterwards, not wanting to hold anything back now that the game is up.

Slowly, carefully, Sinclair sets my body away from his, even as I try to cling to hìm. “No, please don’t leave, Dominic.”

“Im not leaving.” He assures me gruffly. “I just need to think a minute and I can’t do that clearly when you’re snuggled up giving me those puppy dog eyes.”

I sniffle, and I can feel his wolf’s continued agitation over me tears, even as the possessive Alpha struggles with his temper. I Wrap my arms around my knees, clamping my hand over my wrist in a death grip so Il stay still. I’m finding it very difficult not to squirm in the face of my mate’s disapproval.

can be worse than anger, something I’ve never understood until this moment. I didn’t believe anything could be more họrrible than the violence and pain wrought by a perSon’s rage, I didn’t realize how different things are when love is involved.. when a person is your entire world and you

find my mate looming above me, a cold expression on his face. “What am I supposed to

croak. “Whatever you’re thinking, whatever you’re feeling.

seemed to me you were so convinced you were right you were willing to betray my trust. To ask my

wrong for lying about it, hiding it.” I amend softly. Let me out. My

need to make it up to him. Let me show him how sorry I

caution her. We

over his c.hest. “That you’d uncover the secret to Winning the war and that would excuse what you did? That you could come to me when I got

“I just needed to know. We needed to know. But I

me a chance to

able to resist touching me. He slides his powerful hand around my nape, applying gentle pressure that somehow steadies and thrills

did,” I insist, l!cking my l!ps. “I tried to talk to

with his thumb – pure dominant affection. “Not the way you talked to the others, you assumed

of defiance sparks in my c.hest, and I notch my chin up, trying to match his scowl. “Was I

can feel his wolf fighting for control, and in the next moment he’s pulling me up onto my

let myself be taken. His hands are rough on my body, and so are his l!ps. Sinclair nips my lower l!p with his fangs and takes advantage of my gasp, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His big hand stays locked on

pulls back, I try to follow him and whimper in disappointment when he doesn’t let me. “I won’t lie to you, mate.” He remarks huskily, our breath mingling.”This has hurt us. How am I supposed to trust

you made when you left? To have me safe and hating you, rather than happy and

inquire. “I chose to lose your trust and help the

long, soothing lines. “Hugo was

the same coin, you and

my own. “we’re mates. If I have to deal with you being stubborn and impoşsible and infuriatingly self-sacrificing, it’s only fitting that you have to deal with the