Chapter 469 – Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

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I start at the beginning and I don’t hold anything back.

I tell him all about how much Calvin and I were instantly drawn to each other from the moment I saw him, about the pulses of energy between us whenever we touched. I tell him about the genuine friendship I feel for the man and our instant connection – how it feels, immediately, like talking to an old friend. And then I tell him about what happened tonight – the glow between us, the spark within me that I’m pretty sure he felt within himself, the very literal energy that passes between our bodies when we’re close.

Sinclair goes tenser and tenser as I speak, but he doesn’t interrupt. I wind my arms closer around him not only because I’m grateful for him, but also because I think he needs it, needs to feel my body close so that he doesn’t race out of the room and hunt this man down.

But he breaks when I finally tell him Calvin’s last words.

“And he said…Dominic, he says he thinks that I’m his mate.” The snarl that rips from Sinclair when I say the words even I draw back in fear as he pulls himself from my arms and throws himself out of bed, his chest heaving, his eyes on the door. His whole body is trembling again, harder now, and he very obviously holds himself back from shifting into his wolf and tearing through the palace – looking for this man Rafe starts to cry in his crib at the sound and I think the insane emotions that are pulsing from Sinclair at this moment, but I can’t even look over at my baby, my eyes only on my mate.

“Dominic!” I cry, reaching for him, ” don’t -” “What the hell am I supposed to do, Ella,” he growls, and I see his body start to shift as he loses control, his shoulders hunching, his nails elongating to razor sharp claws. “Just let this man live after he’s tried to take you from me!?” “He didn’t -” “He did!” Sinclair barks, and then he loses it, letting out a roar as he transforms fully into his wolf and sprints for the door. He bashes the handle with his paw, breaking it and ripping the door nearly off its hinges as he wrenches it open And then I’m alone, my jaw hanging open, sitting in bed in my black gown as my baby screams in the crib next to me.

It takes me…a long moment to pull myself together as I stare at the open door to the bright hallway, as I consider.

Well, that my mate is probably out there hunting a Prince, adding more fuel to the fire of war.

But then I turn my head towards my child, who still screams with fear and shock and sadness, and I know that there’s absolutely nothing I can do.

And so I slowly stand up, and move to my child, and gather him into my arms and shush him lightly as I move to the door, pushing it shut as best I can with my foot as I concentrate on my baby.

My heart feels like it’s been torn to shreds, honestly. I’m livid, I realize, because I need Sinclair with me tonight I need to talk this through with him, and as much as I realize that he’s upset I can’t believe that he just did that just burst from the room in a murderous rampage.

But as I look down at my child, and I stare at his poor crying face, I force myself to slow my breathing and start to feel…centered.

Because as much as Calvin may think he’s found his mate, and Sinclair might be rightly flipping out because he thinks someone tried to take me from him… Me?

I’m steady.

I made my choice long ago, and as I look down at my little Rafe – who looks so much like his father that it breaks my heart – I have no doubts at all.

I pass calm and feelings of safety down my bond to my baby and he settles a little in my arms, though he still fusses, unnerved by the noise and the surge of emotions that woke him. So, I continue to bounce him a little, shushing and murmuring comforting nonsense. As I keep my attention to my baby, I move towards the window and turn to my wolf inside me.

Well? I say to her, a little pissed off. You’ve been awfully quiet throughout all of this.

She whines a little, guilty, torn, and turns in a confused circle.

Is he our mate? I ask, a little tremulous, considering that she’s perhaps been quiet because I’ve been pushing her away, not wanting to know.

She sits back on her haunches, lifting her nose to the sky and letting out a confused howl. I don’t know, she says, hanging her head and then laying down with her snout between her paws. He is …he is something to us. But Dominic is our mate. This other one…he is important, but I don’t know what he is.

I sigh in frustration, passing it to my wolf who again whines, feeling guilty that she can’t help me parse it, that she doesn’t know.

And then I turn my face up to the sky, my eyes immediately finding the moon hanging exactly where I knew it would be.

“Well, mom?” I ask, shaking my head at her. “Are you happy now?” But of course she doesn’t reply, even though I continue to stare at her for a very, very long time.

I don’t know how much time has passed before Rafe falls back asleep and I turn away from the window, heading back to my bed. I take Rafe with me, because I’m exhausted and far from sleep and I want his company. I curl up in my bed with my little baby, staring down at his beautiful sleeping face.

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