Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 308 – Between a Brother and a Mate

Sinclair

I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times…

God damn it, but I get a little hard.

She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do is grab her, carry her upstairs and redirect that anger to-

“Ella,” Roger sighs, looking down at his feet. “I’m – I don’t know what to say.”

“Damn right you don’t,” she growls, spinning on him and starting to advance on him again.

“Enough,” I groan, reaching for her arm – the one without the baby – and wrapping my hand firmly around it. She turns and looks up at me, a little snarl on her plump lips, but when she sees the coolness on my face and in my eyes Ella hesitates, just a little. And then she huffs, relenting against her will, her expression reflecting the words she sends directly to my mind:

Fine. But you’re going to pay for this later.

I smirk at her, letting her feel a little of my arousal down the bond. Oh baby, I say back, I’d

better.

I see her lips twitch with amusement, but not enough to quell her anger totally. She turns back to Roger then and I let go of her arm, trusting her to contain herself.

“I’m sorry, Roger,” she says stiffly, making him look up at her in surprise. “I meant what I said but…I understand it’s complicated. And this wasn’t the time or the place.” Ella gives a little shrug then, clearly communicating that she’s sorry that she’s really not very sorry, but still ending the fight.

me, shame and regret in his eyes. “I

meaning it, taking a step towards him. “Stay overnight, at

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a little half–smile as he looks between us. “It’s all right – I’m not far, and all I really want to do is be in my own bed.” He gives a

his head.

putting my hands in my pockets and studying him. “Thank you, brother, for everything.”

give me a hug and then dipping down to give Ella an awkward kiss

lost in his thoughts as he

godparents are gone now, the rest of our guests quickly get the message and spend the next few minutes saying their goodbyes. I see the last few out the door as Ella takes the baby

everyone is gone, sighing and delaying going upstairs as long as possible. Because I know that

I start up the stairs.

I

Ella says,

say, leaning against the door frame and covering my eyes with my hand. “It’s not that

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and I can hear in her voice that she’s still furious. I sigh, tired, but I try not to let her see my frustration. She’s entitled to her emotions on this point, and I don’t want to invalidate how she feels. “You told me to stop,” she

disagree softly, evenly. “I didn’t take his side – I just asked you to stop, because we

you’re saying I was doing?” Ella asks, getting steamed again. She opens her mouth to say more, but

my hands evenly on her shoulders and looking into her face. “Please. I know you’re upset. But please, you know that’s not what I meant. Right?”

but smile at her, loving the ferocity with which she protects the people that

me. I wrap my arms around my angry, hard–loving little mate, holding her close, curling

back, Ella,” I murmur, tucking my