Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 422

Chapter 422- Bath Time

Ella

“Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way – ”

“Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”

“I want you to have the mating ceremony you want, Cora,” I reply, steady in my truth here. “Especially in the case of something as important as this.” I give her hand a little squeeze before pulling mine away. “But if you’d like to consider a middle path…maybe you could let me show you what I was thinking?”

She turns her head to look up at me, surprised. “You’ve been…planning?”

“Just a little,” I say, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Just late at night when Sinclair is asleep and I can’t sleep, or I get up to feed Rafe – ”

“You’ve been loosing sleep over this!?”

“No!” I protest, but then I hesitate. ” Well, not much.”

“Ella!”

“Just – can I show you what I was thinking!?” I plead, “sister to sister!? And then, if you hate it, you can say no.” A wide grin comes to my face then. “But I think you’re going to like it.”

Cora gives a big sigh, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes. ” Fine, Ella,” she says. “But this is not a yes.”

“I didn’t think it was!” I say, newly excited. Because honestly…it’s gorgeous, and I can’t wait to show her my plans.

into our rooms that evening, Sinclair immediately looks up at me from his casual position

sleeping to my chest. I put my hands

self and standing up from the bed. Then he slips his hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down. “I just didn’t realize I was mated to someone who spends their days toiling in the mines, is

at once, I hurry in and gasp when I see myself in the mirror. “Oh my god,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look at the very real layer of dusty dark brown grime that’s covering me from head to foot. “Honestly, why did they let me into

– him the perfect Alpha King, clean-shaved and pressed – and me, a messy ball of dirt with crazy

Rafe, who is likewise covered in a light layer of brown dust. “Oh my god!” I exclaim

dirt won’t hurt him,” Sinclair chuckles, reaching out to unstrap the baby from me. “Dirty in those camps, is

from my arms. “Honestly, if this is what we look like after just

his little baby bath.

a little now that he’s away from the warmth

going out to him. I hesitate, wondering if I should just take him and let him sleep dirty honestly, I

murmurs, smirking at me and laying the baby down in his bath. “Let him cry a little for once he’s the happiest baby in the world, it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong.” Then, as I begin

into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time they’re

and prepares to start

the shower for myself. I continue talking to Sinclair as

wedding,” I call over my shoulder, starting to shampoo my

yeah, Roger told

turning to see his reaction, and Sinclair shoots me a little look of disbelief.Books

not

mean I know that you’d never be mad at them for wanting a different

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