Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“What!” Sinclair roars through the phone receiver, his deep voice full of such rage and aggression that it makes me flinch. I’ve just told him about every horrible moment of my conversation with my former employer – though now it’s probably more accurate to think of her as my blackmailer.

I’ll have to change her contact information in my phone to reflect her new title – I can even assign her an ominous ringtone. I fight down the urge to laugh at this insane thought, wondering why my brain always twists the darkest moments of my life into humor. There is nothing funny about this situation.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whimper. “I don’t care what she says about me–” I’m interrupted by a low snarl, Sinclair’s wolf’s wordless insistence that he cares even if I don’t. “but if she sells this story then everyone will realize I’m human.”

“I’ll kill her.” He rumbles, overflowing with menace. “She won’t find it so easy to speak such filth when her head is no longer connected to her body.”

“You can’t!” I object, still feeling as though he’s missing the point. “That will only call more attention to her – there will be an investigation into her life and eventually they’ll want to interview me. My identity is bound to get out if that happens. Also, you know – murder is wrong, Dominic.”

“She threatened you.” He growls, as if I’ve forgotten. “And there won’t be an investigation if I make it look like an accident. You’d be amazed how many car accidents result in decapitations.”

“Blackmail hardly warrants an execution, and you can’t go around ripping the heads off everyone who is mean to me.” I insist, overwhelmed that this surreal conversation is actually occurring. “You’re supposed to be setting a good example for our son.”

“The example I’ll be setting is how to protect one’s mate from vile, conniving, despicable, foul–”

“Dominic!” I interrupt, raising my voice over his increasing volatile grumbling. “She has children who love her – she may not deserve their love, but if you kill her, they’ll suffer. Jake and Millie don’t deserve that.”

“They’d probably be better off without her.” Sinclair suggests sullenly, his voice shifting then, as if a new idea is occurring to him. “We could even take them in – adopt them. I know you miss them… just think, we could have three children instead of one.”

kill their father too?” I inquire waspishly,

hopefully, “would you

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I tell Cora a little while later. “The ridiculous wolf actually thought he could win me over to his plan by waving those precious babies under my

base.” Cora jokes, “if it was possible to convince you, bribing you with children

to rip any

bet he

grumbled and complained, but he got over it.” I laugh, leaving out the part where he threatened to come home and ‘spank my sassy bottom’

me in the same parlor where my blackmailer threatened me two hours ago. I called her and asked her to come over after getting off the phone with Sinclair, in desperate need of some moral

sigh. “I doubt he’ll pay her, but if he can get Mike to turn himself in to the police, he can

aloud, “I wouldn’t think you’d be comfortable trusting someone else with something so

me. She knows I’ve always had to rely on myself, and that I’ve never felt safe relying on anyone else because of far too many bad experiences. “Honestly I felt better just talking to him about it. I know he’ll fix this, and my only concern is that he’ll lose his temper

I pull her palm to my belly. The baby is still now, so I

Cora and I both squeal. She hugs me tightly then, “You’re glowing you know that? I’ve never seen you so happy

all the

eyes shining. “God you should see your

jealousy when she mentions kissing Sinclair, even though I know it’s only an expression. “You don’t think it’s completely deranged?” I ask shyly. “I mean rogues keep popping up and trying to kill me, and a horrible heartless woman is blackmailing me.

seriously, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “Do you really think it’s crazy, or do