Chapter 466 – Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

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And so I take a little sip, pleasantly surprised at the rich taste and the crisp little bite of the chilled liquor. It tastes like melons.

“I do like it,” I say, smiling at him and placing the drink down on the stone balustrade against which he leans. Then I lean on it too, staring at him as a quiet minute passes bet**en us.

“Calvin,” I say quietly, leaning closer towards him, gazing at him seriously.

The smile drops from his face a little, his exp**ssion matching mine. “Why won’t you tell me about your wife?”

He drops his eyes then, looking down at the drink in his hand and I think taking a breath. “I’ll tell you all you want to know about her, Ella,” he murmurs.

“But why do I have to ask?”

He lifts his eyes to mine then and something…something passes bet**en us, even without us touching. Almost unconsciously, he takes a step closer to me.

“I don’t want to speak about her with you,” he murmurs as I stare up into his face, into those violet eyes.

I nod a little, grateful for his honesty but… “Why?” I ask, my voice breathy, a little stunned. Because this man stunning, his entire presence consuming. And something about him – it draws me.

“Because,” he replies, a little growl in his voice now. “It is not right, Ella. Not with…not with you.”

“Why?” I ask again, pushing, shaking my head and not understanding. Because…

“Do you seriously not know?” he murmurs, staring down into my face, I swear a little angry now. “Because if you’re just toying with me, Ella, making me say it when we both know –

“What are you talking about?” I say, flinching back a little.

He blinks at me, surprised, and then he leans forward, closing the distance I created in moving back. We’re not touching, no part of us

But the air bet**en us, I swear it glows.

My eyes widen as energy crackles in the air, like static electricity, or tiny bits of lightening. “What…what is this?” I ask, my voice starting to tremble a little in fear.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, shaking his head, though his eyes don’t leave my face. “It has never nothing like this has ever happened to me before and I’ve never heard of it – ”

“Heard of what?” I ask, begging now, a little scared.

“Ella,” he says, his voice earnest, and he reaches out a hand to wr*p around my arm and I gasp, because even though he doesn’t even touch my skin, this thing bet**en us it intensifies.

I feels – god, it feels like a spark in my soul, like a thousand tiny flares of light

But I don’t have any time to explore it, because Calvin p**sses forward, his eyes on mine. “She’s not my mate, Ella,” he says all in a rush.

“What?” I ask, confused overwhelmed

“My wife,” he says, shaking his head at me. “Our marriage – it was arranged, expected. We didn’t even have a mating ceremony because we’re not even chosen mates – she was selected for me, so we could have strong children -”

I shake my head, a little horrified at the idea. And then something within me makes me reconsider my judgment, because honestly didn’t I do something similar the day when I selected my human sperm donor? I, too, picked someone because I thought they would give me a happy, healthy baby

But I mean, I didn’t marry them-

I shake my head, seeking to clear it as Calvin takes another step towards me so that there’s just a breath of space bet**en us now. I tilt my head to look up at him, frightened and fascinated.

“She’s – she’s not your mate?” I ask, my voice choked.

“No, Ella,” he says, raising a hand to cup my cheek. He hesitates before he places it there, but then he gives in almost as if he can’t help himself. And I gasp a little at the surge of something of power, perhaps? – that passes through me.

“Then -” I whisper, my whole body starting to tremble with the force of it of whatever this is.

“Ella,” Calvin says softly, almost an apology, because he knows that this could wreck both of our lives, “I think you are my mate.”

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