Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 31

Chapter 31 – Rogue Attack

3rd Person

Sinclair was tired of fighting his instincts. Ella was looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Why was he fighting his desire for her? So she was human – she was also beautiful, spirited and bright, everything he could want in a woman. It was exhausting trying to rein in his wolf, and he was tired of denying himself. The fact was that Sinclair wanted Ella more intensely than he could remember wanting anyone. The logical part of his brain insisted it was just the pup growing in her womb, but the more time that pa*sed the more the Alpha believed it was the woman herself.

Sinclair dipped his head until their mouths were mere inches apart, and Ella sighed and tilted her chin up – offering her lips for the taking. He was about to claim them when a knock sounded at the door, followed by a low squeak and a familiar man’s voice, “What on earth?”

Sinclair turned to look at Hugo, who was frozen in the doorway, staring at the food-splattered kitchen and the couple on the floor in abject shock. “Not now.” Sinclair growled, his wolf clamoring just beneath the surface of his skin.

Hugo met the Alpha’s piercing gaze, “Dom –”

“I said not now.” Sinclair repeated fiercely.

“Trust me.” Hugo stated resolutely, “you want to hear what I have to say.”

Grumbling with annoyance, Sinclair looked back to Ella, sorely tempted to tell her not to move a muscle until he returned. However he knew that if Hugo was being this persistent, he probably wasn’t going to be back anytime soon. It filled him with regret that he wouldn’t be able to lick all the chocolate from Ella’s sweet body himself, or even help her wash away the remnants in a steaming shower. His mind was overflowing with all the sensuous possibilities, but the best he could do was promise the little human that, “we’ll finish this later.”

feet before taking his leave, grabbing a dish towel on the way out to wipe the flour, chocolate and syrup from his face. “What’s up?” He asked Hugo,

old town.” The Beta shared gravely. “It looks like there’s quite

cursed, “any hints on who’s

burst onto the canals and started wreaking havoc.” Hugo explained. “It’s clear they were sent to harm, no one reported

attack in a very long time, and he highly doubted that the timing of this incident was a

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the attack was worse than Sinclair could

like a winter wonderland – if it weren’t for all the blood. Ever since the river froze a few weeks earlier, the waterways became bustling thoroughfares dotted with pop up shops to be navigated by humans and shifters on ice skates. They weren’t as grand as

suffered on the sidelines, tended to by concerned bystanders and emergency responders. Sinclair scanned the carnage – noting that all the victims were wolves, not that this came

to take in the natural splendor, but old town was strictly under Sinclair’s jurisdiction. Sighing with resignation, Sinclair

presume

a wolf attack.” He confirmed, ignoring the clear disdain in her voice. “My investigators are

the kind of press our city needs – just before

well,” Sinclair reminded her. “And you would do well to recall that I don’t

because my kind is no threat to yours.” The

secret – because humans are so accepting

her that the monarchy resided in Moon Valley but did not rule the pack directly, rather delegating power to the territory’s Alpha. Sinclair,

I suppose this has nothing to do with your campaign?” She

the race? It was a silly question. As soon as he asked it of himself he knew the answer was yes. He’d become so preoccupied with the lovely human over the last couple of weeks that he’s thought of little else – including the campaign. Sure he kept his appointments and appearances, but his mind was rarely focused on the matter at hand. It was permanently