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Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 12

Sinclair was sitting in his office, trying not to think about Ella.

Two days had dragged past at a snail’s pace, and the Alpha was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from the pretty human. His wolf was driving him up the wall, constantly suggesting that they go and check on her, just to make sure she was alright.

It was ridiculous – he knew she was perfectly fine. The mischievous creature rang her bell every few hours, just to see if he’d come to her. In fact, he was starting to think the bell had been a bad idea. He was beginning to crave hearing it, hoping she would ring the damned thing so he could give in to his wolf and go see her. Of course, every time it happened, Ella would scramble for some anemic excuse to explain the call – yet he was never bothered. Sinclair could tell she was just testing her limits and amusing herself, this was probably the first time in her life anyone had taken care of her, and he couldn’t bear to spoil her fun.

Ella was so unlike his ex, Lydia, that it made his head spin. Sinclair had loved his mate and wanted to give her everything her heart desired, but she wasn’t the most easy-going of she-wolves. Even before she’d shown her true colors and betrayed him, he’d known going through a pregnancy with her would be very difficult. He could imagine her in Ella’s shoes now, demanding every unreasonable extravagance she could imagine and complaining non-stop. She would have made a wondrous experience a trial – something not to relish but endure– whereas Ella was sweetly reveling in the magic of creating life, overwhelmed to find herself in comfort rather than constantly struggling.

Sinclair’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and he promptly called, “come in.”

His heart leapt when the investigator he’d hired to look into Ella poked his head through the door, “Is now a good time, Alpha?”

“Yes.” He agreed, more than eager to hear what the man had discovered.

“Well you were right.” The investigator announced as he entered and plopped into the chair opposite Sinclair’s. “I checked with the police, Ella Reina reported a stolen identity a couple of days after the insemination, and until a few months ago her financial history was perfectly sound.”

Sinclair’s wolf howled triumphantly in his head. I knew it! I knew she wasn’t bad.

“Do the police have any leads?” Sinclair questioned.

balance every month like clockwork, and all the charges are very modest. The new cards were maxed out almost immediately on luxury items which certainly weren’t in her home based on your description. It’s a completely different spending pattern. I think she was telling you

Sinclair questioned, beyond relieved to hear the

with the baby. Her file at the

For all their differences, he was beginning to think they had more in common than they realized. However there was one thing he

her in golden light, sound asleep. She was wearing some of the silk pajamas he’d purchased for her when he saw her shabby sleep clothes on day one, and looked so sweet it actually hurt to look at her. He was reluctant to disturb her, knowing she needed her rest,

fighting the urge to brush the hair from her face.

her, growling pointedly and making

get you something to eat. What

up at him from beneath her lashes, “does it

Sinclair strode forward and kneeled down beside her. He pressed one hug palm to her belly, making her flinch with surprise, then shushing her gently and petting her hair. “Shh, I just want to feel the baby.” He focused on

sound that wrapped Ella in warmth. “So, pickles and ice cream, is that

know that!” Ella

mental link with their

can hear you in my head sometimes?” Ella questioned. “Like when

that a human was able to pick up on it, but it

a different matter though – he must have understood how powerful the hunger was. When he returned, with a heaping bowl of ice cream and a plate of pickles, Ella almost wanted to hug him she was

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