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.”

always had this voice.” I share softly, my eyes wide, “I had

your elders teach you that voice is your inner animal, that’s part of why it’s

still don’t understand.” I admit, feeling completely overwhelmed. “If this is all real, then why did

think it’s likely that someone did this to you… that they bound your

you mean?” I inquire,

a pack knows a child exists and something happens to their parents, then the pup will be placed with a relative or a shifter family willing to foster them. Our children are incredibly important to us, and it would be neglect of the worst kind to knowingly let them be 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

not sure where this is going. “So maybe my parents

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

children. Still, I don’t know

only hurt you.” Sinclair frowns, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a rogue tear. “But now that we know the truth… it suggests that something much bigger is going on here, Ella. I think your parents must have been trying to hide you for some reason, and they cut you off from your wolf to make sure you wouldn’t

how do we find out for sure?” I ask, not sure how to feel about this idea. Is it worse to just be abandoned, or for people

a DNA test, to start.” He

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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

The doctor confirms, “You’re

I feel his lips graze my hair. “Then why didn’t I know, why can’t I shift?” I inquire, only sounding

is that you have shifter DNA. I can refer you to a geneticist to try and decipher a particular family line, traits, whether you’re an

wake her inner wolf completely?” Sinclair questions. “It’s obviously been coming out since we met, especially with the baby,