Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

When I arrive at Lydia’s hotel, I’m still thinking about Ella.

We’ve been doing well over the last two weeks, keeping our relationship affectionate but resisting our shared desires as best we can. So far we’ve been able to avoid getting more intimate than we’d already become before the doctor ordered bed rest, but the sexual tension is still building – and the suggestion that Ella could be less irresistible is nothing short of ridiculous.

What’s more, the baby is making her more wolf-like every day, and I’m worried our restraint can’t last much longer. Her efforts to scent mark me today made that only too obvious. Before long she’s going to start pushing me like any she-wolf denied her needs, either challenging my dominance or seducing me outright. It will be up to me to resist, even though denying her needs goes against my every instinct.

I know we made the right decision about staying just friends, especially since I’ve already let my attraction to Ella distract me from the campaign more than once. I was so preoccupied with the beautiful human that I missed rogues pouring into my borders, and it cost the pack dearly. I got drugged and apparently bred like a prize stud because I was too busy gushing about her to a pack of bar flies than keeping my guard up.

None of that is to mention the harm I’m doing to Ella and our baby by keeping her in this fraudulent political game. I need to confirm Lydia’s pregnancy or find another Luna – and whomever I choose would never accept me having a relationship with Ella in private. That means we have to find a way to be together without romance getting in the way, and so far we’re failing. I’m failing her – again.

I knock on the door of Lydia’s room, trying to push down memories of the last time I was here. I can’t decide how I feel about this supposed pregnancy. On one hand, the last thing I want is to have Lydia back in my life. On the other, a baby born from her would solve some of my problems – the pack would accept me returning to my fated mate more easily than they would understand me leaving Ella for another woman.

Still, I can’t help but thinking the best solution to all this would be to find a she-wolf to be my Luna after the campaign, and to keep Rafe as my heir. That way we avoid Lydia’s awfulness, while still giving Ella the safety and comfort she deserves.

can consider the idea further, the door swings open, revealing Lydia in a hotel bathrobe. She’s wearing a knowing smirk, and her dark hair is still wet from the shower. “Dominic, I’ve been expecting you.” She preens, dropping her

blame him. It amazes me to know how attractive I once found this woman. The idiocy of youth, I suppose, and the

on her skin. I can smell her familiar, distinct aroma: the cloying combination of lemon and pine. At one time it had smelled natural and fresh to me, now it just reminds me of floor cleaner. I can’t smell a pup in her womb, which doesn’t mean she isn’t breeding, but

could smell Rafe from down the hall when Ella was only ten days along, but it’s been two weeks since the apparent conception and I can’t detect a single hint of my own

it’s not mine.” I announce, overflowing with triumphant

you say that!?” She exclaims. “I’m not some slut,

not understand how quickly the bond between a father and pup forms. She probably thought she had plenty of time to figure

you couldn’t possibly know this,” I state coldly, watching her flinch at my cruel phrasing and imagining Ella scolding me for intentionally targeting her weak spot. “But if you were carrying my child, I would be able to

find the right words. “Are you sure about that?” She

for her middle and uncinching her robe. I press my palm to her stomach, telling myself that she deserves this and more. After all, this is nothing compared to drugging someone and sleeping with them when they

it!” She explodes, wrenching her body away from me and yanking her robe closed. “If you had

“What do you mean,

here? That was supposed to be the hard part but of course, you never make anything easy! You were out of your head on GHB, and still all you could think about was that little whore of yours! You didn’t want anything to do with me, you kept going back and forth between gushing over how wonderful she is and asking for her, trying to leave so you could go find her. I had to practically tie you down just to keep you here, and then

we didn’t even have sex?” I