Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella
“I’m very worried about this, Ella.” The doctor pronounces grimly. He’s just taken my blood pressure, and it’s the same high
reading we recorded this morning with the home kit. “I know you’re in the middle of a campaign and you’re going through a lot,
but you’ve got to find a way to de-stress. If you don’t, we’ll have to put you on bed rest.”
“Bed rest?” I repeat anxiously. “For how long?”
The doctor’s grave face speaks volume, “the duration of your pregnancy.”
Sinclair stiffens beside me, moving the hand at my nape to massage my tense shoulder muscles. “What can we do, other than
avoiding high pressure situations?”
“I’m going to prescribe you some medicine that will be safe for you and the baby. Be sure to take it every day, and otherwise just
keep up the things we’ve already talked about – healthy eating, regular exercise, activities you find calming or relaxing.” The
doctor continues, listing off suggestions. “You can try meditation or breathing exercises, pregnancy yoga is getting very popular.
Sticking to a daily routine can really help when things are uncertain and you’re going through all these changes. And Alpha, help
her however you can.”
“The instructor at our parenting class advised us not to coddle our mates– is that still good advice given Ella’s risk level?” Sinclair
inquires.
“Yes.” The doctor agrees, smashing the small surge of hope I’d felt to pieces. “Human or wolf, your mate needs to feel like you’re
in control, especially in cases like this where so much is out of your hands. She needs you to ground her if she starts to spiral –
to show her she can rely on you no matter what.”
I can’t see the logic underpinning his words, but I still don’t like it. What’s so wrong with a bit of coddling? I’ve never been
coddled in my entire life. As if he can read my thoughts, Sinclair’s warm breath flutters over my neck, “Just remember how much
you hated it when I kept you out of the loop, trying to protect you.”
Oh. I guess I have been coddled after all. I’m about to acknowledge this, but when I look up at Sinclair, he’s smiling at me so
affectionately that my heart stops beating.“Besides,” He continues indulgently. “Just because I don’t coddle you, doesn’t mean I
can’t pamper you the way you deserve.”
I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl, and the doctor steps out, clearly feeling as though he’s intruding on something even
though we’re only talking. When we get home, Sinclair tucks me in for a nap and returns to work, making me promise to call on

the servants if I need anything and vowing to be home as early as he can.
I sleep fitfully. Even exhausted as I am, I find it very difficult to sleep without Sinclair. I swear he’s becoming like my security
blanket – my body won’t relax fully unless he’s with me and my nightmares always surge in his absence. I’m getting too attached
to him. I think sadly, climbing out of bed after half an hour of tossing and turning.
So? The little voice in my head challenges. He’s the baby’s father – he’s going to be in your life forever. Why not get attached?
Because he won’t always be in my life in this way. He’s not going to be sleeping with me when he finds his second chance mate
– and I have to be able to survive on my own. I can’t become so codependent that I need him to take care of me. I answer
ruefully.
Maybe he won’t find his mate at all. The voice suggests, sounding much too hopeful for my liking.
I scoff at my own naivete, get it together, Ella! You can’t start thinking that way – it’s just asking for heartbreak.
I’ve only just opened the door to go downstairs and find an afternoon snack when one of the guards appears at the top of the
stairwell. “Luna, there’s a visitor for you.”
“Really?” I stop in my tracks. “Who is it? I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“She says you used to work for her.” He shrugs. “I tried to get her name but she wouldn’t tell me. Should I make her leave?”
I pause, knowing Sinclair wouldn’t like the idea of an unidentified woman entering his home. I don’t like the idea myself –
especially after Roger’s warning. “What does she look like?”
“Tall, dark hair, tan skin – maybe 40?” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “She’s human.”
My stomach sinks, it does sound like a former employer and if she’s human then it’s probably true. In fact, she sounds like the
heartless woman who fired me so callously after I tried to beg Sinclair for Cora’s job. “No, let her in. I’ll speak to her.”
Be nice, I instruct myself sternly. Maybe she came to apologize, don’t be rude just because you’re feelings were hurt.
When I get downstairs, Jake and Millie’s mother is gazing around Sinclair’s sitting room, a hungry gaze on her face. She looks
me up and down as I enter, something distinctly spiteful in her open perusal. She speaks before I can say a word of welcome.
“Well, you’ve certainly come up in the world, Ella. Lord only knows what you had to do to wiggle your way into Dominic Sinclair’s
bed.”

“What are you doing here?” I inquire, no longer feeling any need to play nice. She clearly set the tone of this conversation and
though I’m sorely tempted to kick her out now, I need to find out what she wants first.
“Well when I saw your picture plastered across the society section of the paper I could scarcely believe it. I had to come and find
out if the rumors were true.” She explains simply.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, the media firestorm my relationship with Sinclair created clearly didn’t stop with the shifter news.
Everyone in the human world thought Sinclair was just a handsome billionaire, and he was still a public figure for all his
philanthropic work. I should have realized this might happen – my social circle had been very small before discovering the
werewolf world and most of the people from my past wouldn’t have any reason to be suspicious of my relationship with Sinclair.
This woman, however, knows exactly how at odds I was with my pup’s father in the beginning.
“Well now that you’ve seen that they were true, you can be leaving.” I suggest, knowing there must be more to this.
“Oh no, I think you and I have much to discuss, Ella.” Her eyes are locked on the curve of my belly. “It’s no wonder you were
begging outside his gate that day. No doubt trying to get a bit of money out of him to take care of your little problem?”
“My baby isn’t a problem.” I insist. “And I didn’t even know I was pregnant then. I was asking for help on behalf of my sister – she
was going to lose her job over a misunderstanding, ironically enough.”
My ex-employer studies me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not she believes. After a pregnant pause, she snorts.
“So what, you thought because you spread your legs for him he would fall at your feet?” She guesses, drawing the wrong
conclusion. Shaking her head, she arches a brow. “Though I have to give you credit for not giving up when you realized he’d
knocked you up. Very enterprising – for a common whore.”
My jaw drops, “Excuse me?”
“I always knew there was something off about you. It never made sense why you wanted to chase after my brats all day anyway.
Now I see the brilliance of your plan.” She nods at my small baby bump. “You were probably selling yourself all over that
neighborhood, just waiting for exactly this sort of ‘accident.”’
“Are you suggesting...” I can’t even say the words, unable to believe my ears.
“How much did you charge him anyway?” She questions, venom dripping from her tongue. “I suppose being so beautiful meant
you were able to attract clients far above your station, still, it seems backwards that he should be the one to pay for a night with
you. And now you’ve won the lottery by conceiving his bastard.”

I’m not sure what upsets me more, hearing her call my pup names, or her accusations about me charging Sinclair for sex. “You
come here and insult my baby, then accuse me of being a prostitute, and you think I’m just going to sit here and take it?” I
demand fiercely. “You’re not just cruel – you’re delusional. Get out of my house this instant.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She hisses in return. “Not without a check.”
The room is spinning around me, “You expect me to pay you? Why, to keep you from spreading these lies?”
“I think the tabloids would be very interested in what I could tell them about you.” She smirks. “They’re painting you two as some
sort of fairytale romance – just imagine the headlines if they realized you’re nothing but a disgraced nanny who couldn’t even
hold onto her job because she was too busy whoring around for wealthy men.”
I grit my teeth, trying to slow my racing thoughts enough to process this. I don’t particularly care what the human papers say
about me, and I have enough good references from past jobs to refute what she’s saying. But that isn’t the problem. The real
problem is that if the shifter media learns I was here in Moon Valley, working as a nanny for a human family in Sinclair’s
neighborhood and not off in the bloodbane pack, they’ll figure out I’m human. If the truth comes out about my real identity, all our
lies will be exposed, and the Campaign will be over faster than we can blink. The Prince will win, and the entire realm will be in
danger – not to mention that my baby’s life will practically be forfeit.
I have to talk to Sinclair, I have to find a way to stop her.
“Give me twenty four hours.”