Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

Sinclair and I stay up late into the night talking, reveling in this new discovery. I’d believed our dream date would give us closure, but it turns out it wasn’t the end at all – it was the beginning.

“It’s no wonder you’ve been feeling so off-kilter.” Sinclair consoles, trailing his fingers up and down my naked back.

When he’d started stripping me, I thought we were going to make love again – something I was only too eager to experience outside of my dreams. Unfortunately he’d informed me that his wolf wouldn’t be able to resist marking me for real, so we’d better wait until we know it’s safe. Of course as soon as he mentioned claiming me, the little voice in my head had gone wild with excitement.

I’d attempted to change his mind, showing off my curves and plying him with kisses. However when my hand snuck down to close around his hard length, he’d put a quick stop to my tricks, seizing the offending limbs and pinning me in place. I’d whined and growled, but he only growled back, giving my bottom a few hard swats. Now I’m sprawled across his chest, chastised and sulking, and he clearly thinks he can make me feel better by sympathizing – the tyrant. “It’s not just the pregnancy or the stress. You’ve finally found your own kind, and your inner wolf has been coming out more and more.”

I sniff, preparing to argue, but then his words sink in. My inner wolf… the little voice in my head… she’s the one that’s been urging me to behave so oddly lately. I can never recall her being so vocal before, or so unreasonable. I always assumed it was my conscience, but in hindsight… are consciences usually so defiant? Do they usually have personalities of their own, and feel separate and part of you at the same time?

Suddenly I remember how that same inner voice had cried out her joy at being free when I shifted in the dream. Conscience? I think hesitantly. Are… are you my wolf?

Well duh. She responds dryly. It certainly took you long enough to figure it out.

Why didn’t you tell me! I exclaim in reply, exasperated.

I thought you knew! You’re always talking to me! She counters hotly.

Sinclair is watching me closely, a knowing look on his face. “Wolves can be very contrary at times.”

this voice.” I share softly, my eyes

voice is your inner animal, that’s part of why it’s so important that shifters are

is all real, then why did

begins gravely. “But I think it’s likely that someone did this to you… that they bound your wolf so she couldn’t

I inquire, my muscles

raised among humans. The only time it happens is when the parents didn’t have any connections in the shifter world, usually they’re rogues or outside their own territory. Every case I’ve ever

nod, not sure where this is going. “So maybe my

head. “Sweetheart, I looked into your records at the orphanage when all this began. You weren’t found by the humans… you were given to them. Your parents surrendered you directly to the orphanage. There weren’t any names in the file – which shouldn’t have been allowed, but it’s part of why I never entertained

the institution’s policy to share details like this with children. Still, I don’t know any orphan who hasn’t

now that we know the truth… it suggests that something much bigger is going on here, Ella. I think your parents

Is it worse to just be abandoned, or for people

need his comfort. “We get a DNA test, to start.” He proclaims. “And then

____________________

next morning I find myself sitting in the familiar doctor’s office, with two very serious looking wolves towering over me. The nearest one, Sinclair, looks as if he’s trying to glower the physician into the ground, and I suspect he’s feeling particularly protective after watching the man withdraw my blood. Apparently his wolf can’t stand seeing me bleed, even if

doctor confirms, “You’re

hair. “Then why didn’t I know, why can’t I

to a geneticist to try and decipher a particular family line, traits, whether you’re

questions. “It’s obviously been coming out