Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

I’m watching Ella retreat, wishing I could read her complex mind as easily as I can read her body language. My wolf is angry with me for upsetting her, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. She liked kissing me, there’s no doubt about that. I also don’t know why she would ever think I’m the casual type – because I’m anything but. Still, she seemed to be telling the truth when she said she didn’t want more. What am I supposed to do with that information?

Ella is clearly feeling off-kilter, and it’s my responsibility to center her – but if she won’t tell me why she’s feeling agitated, how am I supposed to help her? I know exactly what I would do if she was a she-wolf, but I don’t know if a human would react the same way. My wolf wants me to try – he’s completely convinced that Ella is like any other out-of-sorts mate, who just needs a firm hand to remind her who’s in charge so she’ll share her worries with us. After all, she made me promise to communicate more – shouldn’t that go both ways?

I’m so caught up in my head I almost don’t realize that the Prince is approaching me, a knowing smirk dominating his features. “I remember those days,” He remarks. “When you first meet your mate and you can’t keep your hands off each other – when you miss them even though they’ve only left the room for a moment. It’s a wonder you haven’t marked her yet.”

My blood begins to boil so quickly that I’ve barely processed his words before my wolf is clawing at the surface of my skin. The only person who knows that Ella hasn’t been marked is Roger… if the Prince knows too, it’s because my brother told him.

I’m not surprised by Roger’s betrayal. He’s had it out for me since day one, and his heroics with the rogues was always highly suspect. It was much too convenient that he happened to turn up just in the knick of time when Ella needed him that fateful night, and his overtures of friendship in the time since have been completely out of character. For a moment I wondered if he truly did have a soft spot for the human – if anyone is capable of thawing his frozen heart, it’s my Ella, but now the truth is clear.

More importantly, the crown and the Kingdom are on the line. If people think something is off with Ella and I they’ll lose confidence in my ability to lead. We have to appear strong and united to pull this off, and Goddess forbid if anyone begins to suspect we aren’t truly mated, it could ruin everything. There’s no doubt in my mind that the Prince will use this information as ammunition against me in the campaign unless I can convince him it would be a mistake to make it public. If he believes it will backfire on him, he won’t share it, and the only way I know how to make him think this is by marking Ella and showing him the evidence, or selling the same lie I told my brother.

The former option is more tempting than I’d like to admit. My wolf is already urging me to mark Ella despite the fact that she’s human and it’s impossible for her to be my mate. He wants her, and he doesn’t seem to care about any of the difficulties or details. Already, I hear his voice growling mine, every time I lay eyes on her. But it can’t happen, I’d never be able to mark her without damaging her delicate flesh. For all I know the force of the bite could permanently injure her.

answer the Prince, shaking myself from my thoughts.

for an Alpha. If your mate

Ella and I, is passion.” I tell him, my voice imbued with abject honesty. I don’t need to have bedded Ella to know we aren’t lacking in that area. She overflows with both sweet submission and fiery passion, and I can’t imagine a more perfect fit for my own desires. Sometimes I feel guilty for

I can see how skittish she is after Mike’s mistreatment, and who knows what other traumas she’s survived. It’s clear she doesn’t take the decision to

Prince prompts

We’ve made no such arrangements,

even cockier now, “You

she rushed away, but the Prince’s mocking makes me more determined than ever to hold out. “We’ll

and I will have no problems delivering the Kingdom its heir. Besides, the pack will eat up the idea of a Royal Wedding far more eagerly than they would a private ceremony for a contender. Some people might vote for me just for the occasion alone – of course that’s not how I want to win, but this is life or

victory.” The Prince continues, his tone much too smug for my liking. It’s obvious he’s just trying to push back at my own power play, but there’s something about his smirk that makes me worry his confidence

family whether I win the campaign or not.” I shrug. “Only the Goddess knows what the future will hold in that regard, but I know my mating day with Ella

“That’s one way of looking at