Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair
I decide to work from home for the rest of the day.
I’m so amazed by everything that’s happening, and overwhelmed by how much our lives have changed in the last 48 hours. Two
days ago I was grieving the relationship I believed was impossible, wishing against all logic that Ella could be a wolf. Now all our
dreams have come true, yet I feel reluctant to trust these changes. It’s all too wonderful, even if mysterious forces have clearly
been at work – pulling the strings of our lives from far away.
I hate the idea that someone has been watching and manipulating us from afar – even if it is the Goddess. Still, the Goddess
isn’t what frightens me most. The thing that frightens me most is knowing that someone out there knows the truth about Ella,
they know secrets she and I have yet to uncover, and might use them against us. True, it seems that bringing us together was for
our benefit, but the picture is never clear until it’s complete. Shifters in this city know exactly how vulnerable Ella is right now, and
we can’t wake her wolf for another three and a half months, at least.
Around seven I realize that I’m not going to get any more work done this evening. Instead I head upstairs to my bedroom,
expecting to find my sweet mate resting before dinner. Instead, I walk in to find Ella out of bed and pacing, overflowing with
anxious energy. The second thing I notice is that every pillow, blanket and cushion in the linen closet has been piled onto the
bed, and the canopy curtains drawn closed.
Ella stops in her tracks when she sees me, wringing her hands. “Baby, what is it?” I ask, crossing over to her. “You’re supposed
to be in bed.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not right. I’ve been trying to fix it but I can’t... it’s not right.”
I pull her into my arms, purring softly as she tucks her head against my chest and breathes in my scent. “What’s not right. How
can I help?”
“The bed.” She huffs, gesturing to it sullenly. “It’s not cozy enough. Your pillows are terrible, and none of the blankets are soft
enough.”
For a moment I think she’s lost her beautiful little mind, but slowly it clicks into place. How many times have I heard about other
fathers coping with a mate in this exact state? These instincts are as powerful as all the cravings and mood swings, and they’re
also further proof of Ella’s true identity. I chuckle happily, and Ella stiffens. “Are you laughing at me? This has been a really
stressful day you know, I don’t need to be laughed at.”

“No trouble, not at you.” I promise. “It’s just that you’re nesting.”
“Nesting, like cleaning everything and setting up a nursery?” She clarifies, her adorably brow furrowing in confusion, “but that
shouldn’t come until later, and we’ve already picked out most of the baby stuff.”
“No, it’s a little more literal with wolves, Ella. These are just more of your maternal instincts coming out.” I explain. “It’s probably
made worse by the bed rest, you’re stuck in this room with nowhere to go, it’s only natural that you want to make yourself as
cozy a spot to welcome the pup as possible.”
“Except that I can’t because your dumb bed is giant and everything is wrong.” She complains, unbuttoning my shirt so she can
nuzzle her face against my bare skin.
I hum in sympathy, scooping her up. “Well then let me help.” I suggest, my own alpha instincts urging me to settle her. I deposit
her on the bed, then move to the intercom by the bedroom door, sending my guards for every pillow and blanket in the house.
They gradually cart them up over the next half hour, and I dutifully let my sweet little mate direct me as she creates her nest. I
hand her pillows and blankets, then accept them back if they don’t fit the indescribable qualifications she’s seeking. I have no
idea what’s going on in her mind, but I know enough to realize this isn’t a matter of logic. Her inner wolf is pushing her to satisfy a
powerful craving that she probably doesn’t understand any more than I do when my wolf urges me to scent mark her. It’s all
feelings and one word commands, primal and powerful – not to be ignored.
When the bed is finally right she climbs in, preening with maternal pride and offering me a satisfied smile that makes me want to
kiss her so badly it hurts. “Am I allowed in there with you?” I ask, beaming down at her.
Ella frowns for a moment, obviously contemplating this. She narrows her eyes, “As long as you don’t mess it up.”
Laughing, I kick off my shoes and move onto the bed, careful not to dislodge any of her carefully placed pillows. Right as I settle
beside her, I accidentally knock one of the overstuffed poufs out of position, and a kittenish growl rises in her chest. That’s when I
snatch her up, replacing the offended cushion as I pull her small body onto mine.
For a while I simply kiss Ella, elated that I’m finally able to be with her so freely. Every other time we’ve gotten carried away with
affection, it’s filled me with guilt and distraction about our tenuous future. But now it simply feels right.
“I keep daydreaming about what it will be like when your wolf finally emerges completely.” I share a little while later. “It was
distracting me all day long.” I admit, stroking her spine as she nibbles my ear. “You’ve shown such ferocity already, and you have

so much love to give – you’ll truly be the perfect queen.” I exalt, loving the shy blush that colors her cheeks. “We’ll usher in a new
era for the united packs, while we raise a whole litter. I’ll give you so many babies that she won’t know what to do with them.”
Ella offers me a sultry giggle, squirming against me in a way that tells me she’s getting excited just talking about this. Still, she
sighs, a familiar look of hesitance on her lovely features. “Don’t, we don’t know what the future holds yet. And I’ll be happy even
if it’s just the three of us.”
“But you’d like more if you can get them?” I guess, understanding her reluctance to get her hopes up. I know only too well how
hard it is to let yourself dream after so much disappointment.
“I’ve never shared a bloodline or DNA with anyone... I’ve never had that bond. Rafe is the first person in my life who I’ll
experience that with.” Ella confides, “it’s part of why I wanted a child of my own. To be biologically connected – at least once. And
I love being pregnant... but I don’t need all my babies to have my genes.”
“What if I want my babies to all have your genes.” I tease, sliding my hand down over her luscious behind. “They’re damned
good genes.”
Ella laughs but holds firm. “If we can’t have more pups on our own, I know how many orphans out there need a good home.”
There’s something haunted in her last words, and I find myself squeezing her more tightly. Still, despite her pain, an
incandescent smile takes over her features, and she buries her head in my neck, laughing. “I can’t even believe this is real.” She
exclaims. “I never imagined that we’d get to have a life together... I wanted to be a wolf so badly, and I never thought I would
be.”
Ella can’t see my face, so I don’t hide my grimace. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been with you, you know that?”
She peeks up at me, a spark of mischief in her eye. “You’re sounding awfully emotional there, Alpha. You’re not going to start
crying, are you?”
When I only frown, the spark in her eye flickers out, and I hate myself for dampening her high spirits. “I think we’ve been putting
off talking about your past long enough, Ella. It’s more important than ever now.”
“But I don’t know anything.” She insists, looking confused again. “I was a baby when this all started.”
“I know sweetheart.” I confirm, “but if we’re right about this... then it’s likely the people behind this have been watching you for
your whole life. The answer to all of this could be somewhere in your own history.” I explain. “And besides, I need to know

because... because you’re my mate. I can’t take care of you if I don’t know what you’ve been through. You did promise to open
up to me eventually.”
Her face falls, and I realize the naughty creature probably hadn’t intended on actually following through on that particular
promise. Ella looks up at me from beneath her lashes, as if she’s testing my resolve. When I only stare gravely back, she sighs.
“I don’t even remember everything.” She confesses softly. “I’ve blocked so much of it out.”
“Then we can work with a therapist, or a hypnotist, but maybe you can tell me what you do remember?”
Looking as though she’s headed to the gallows, Ella nods. “Okay.”
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