Novel Name : Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 139

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- Ella’s Wolf

Ella

Everything is different the moment I open my eyes.

I don’t really want to wake up, to face a world without my baby in it, but my grief is momentarily dimmed

by my wolf’s elation to finally be free. The temptation to bury my sorrows deep down and let myself be

distracted is incredibly alluring, and I throw myself into denial with full force.

I feel as though I’ve been asleep for days, and maybe I have, but I feel stronger and sharper than I

have in my entire life. The lights are searing bright, and the city is still too loud, but it’s not excruciating

like it was before. My body must have acclimated while I rested, becoming used to sensing the world

around me in ultra-high definition. My limbs are delightfully sore, and I revel in the feeling of thick,

downy fur covering my body. I flex my fingers and toes, experimenting with my sharp claws and running

my tongue over my fangs.

Being a wolf is even better than it was in my dream, partly because I know it’s real this time, but also

because the world around me seems completely new. It’s as if I’m doing everything for the very first

time, and it’s impossible not to be excited and thrilled despite the dark cloud hanging over my head.

I’ve been so caught up in my own head that I didn’t even realize that I’m not alone until a familiar,

rumbly purr sounds beside me, and then a large tongue swipes over my velvety muzzle. Good Morning

Little Wolf. Sinclair’s voice sounds in my mind, and I practically jump out of my skin. He chuckles and

nuzzles his nose against mine, How do you feel?

I look up at the giant black wolf uncertainly, feeling guilty for my joy when… when… I can’t even think it.

If I acknowledge what I’ve lost, then I won’t be able to pretend anymore. If I acknowledge it, then it

becomes real, and I’m not prepared to face my sorrow. A whimper slips out of my mouth, and

understanding washes over Sinclair’s canine features.

Listen baby, how many heartbeats do you hear?

His question is more complicated than it should be, because I feel like I can hear every heart beating in

the mansion. Still, I focus my attention on this room, not yet realizing why he instructed me thus. The

gentle pulse of my own heart reaches my furry ears a fraction of a second before the steady pounding

of Sinclair’s… and there, softer and tinier than both, is a precious thump in my womb.

Rafe? I think in amazement, certain I must be dreaming. I twist my body so I can press my nose to my

belly, and I can smell him! Like a blend of Sinclair and myself, with something else all his own. I’ve

never smelled anything so wonderful in my entire life – even Sinclair, who smells good enough to eat.

Tears form in my eyes, but I’m still not convinced this is real. Am I hallucinating? Is this some sort of

psychosis brought on by the trauma of losing him.

He’s okay. Sinclair’s deep bass intrudes on my thoughts, overflowing with happiness. The doctor was

wrong.

But how!? I think, unconsciously directing the words at my mate and stunned when I realize he can

hear them. I’m not sure how I knew how to communicate this way – it was simply second nature. I was

so sure – how could he have survived that?

The Goddess works in mysterious ways. Sinclair answers with a shrug, before searching my face with

his glowing green eyes. Can you feel the bond?”

At first I’m afraid the answer is no, but then the pup flutters in my tummy, and a wave of contentment

and relief radiates through my mind. I’m stunned to realize these emotions aren’t my own, but my

baby’s. He’s relieved that I’m happy again, that I’m no longer in pain. I suddenly understand the

connection Sinclair described to me, not cohesive thoughts but bursts of emotion distinct from my own.

Even though we’re feeling some of the same things, there’s something about his which are uniquely

his. Now that I’m aware of it, it’s impossible to miss. No wonder I was able to distract myself so easily! I

realize belatedly. It wasn’t only my own joy I was feeling, but Rafe’s too.

My eyes widen in ecstatic excitement, and all I can do is launch myself at Sinclair, wagging my tail and

yipping with excitement. He’s okay, he’s okay! I chant blissfully, momentarily thrown off balance when

Rafe sends signals of happiness up at me, responding to my enthusiasm. I can feel him. I tell Sinclair in

awe, stopped in my tracks and on the verge of tears again. I can feel you, my darling. I add to Rafe,

overwhelmed when he pulses with pure love.

Sinclair offers me a wolfish grin, Done celebrating already, trouble? He teases, and then he pounces,

playfully wrestling and tussling with me – until we’re rolling around on the bed like a couple of care-free

puppies. I can hear his laughter in my head, just as I’m sure he can hear my uproarious giggles as he

pins me and tickles my feet with his tail. I nip at his ears when he tries to nuzzle my neck, earning

myself great slobbering kisses in reply. Eventually I manage to jump up, energy flowing through me,

accompanied by an irresistible pull to take to the forest. Somehow I know it’s night without seeing

outside, and the moon is calling to me in a way I can’t explain.

Let’s go for a run! I suggest eagerly, my body wiggling with excitement. Can we, can we?

Sinclair gazes lovingly up at me as I dance around on the bed. We can, once you’ve got some food in

your tummy.

No! I throw my head back defiantly. I want to go now.

Sinclair shaked his head and rises to his feet, giving me an imperious look as he towers over me. You

haven’t have anything in at least 72 hours, and you’ve been through hell in the meantime.

It hasn’t been that long! The Prince fed me. I argue, thinking he’s miscalculating.

You’ve been asleep for two days, Ella. Sinclair informs me gently, bumping my nose with his. It won’t

kill you to wait, the forest will still be there in an hour. When I still don’t look convinced, he adds,

Besides, don’t you want to fix the nest so that it’s ready when we get back.

For the first time I look around and realize that my shift did quite a bit of damage to my nest. My teeth

and claws must have been lashing out during my transformation, because my beautiful pillows and soft

blankets are shredded to bits. I whine with sudden distress, at once beside myself to know my baby is

alright, but I have no safe haven in which to grow him. Sinclair shifts back into human form, and I’m

amazed by how different he looks through my wolf eyes. He’s always been annoyingly good looking,

but somehow he seems even more handsome than ever. His bronze skin almost glows in the bright

lights, and the rugged planes of his face and body seem sharper, more powerful now. “It’s okay, sweet

mate.” He murmurs, stroking my cheek. “I’ll have the servants bring new pillows and blankets while I fix

you something. Are you craving anything in particular?”

I shake my head in denial, too preoccupied with my ruined nest to focus on anything else. In the end,

the time passes in the blink of an eye, as I fuss and fret over remaking the space perfectly. Sinclair has

to literally drag me away in order to convince me to eat, and only the promise of a moonlit run

convinces me to walk away completely.

When we get to the forest Sinclair shifts again, and I immediately provoke him into a chase. Now that

my wolf is awake, his power is starker, more visceral, and I feel it constantly. For some I supposed it

might be frightening, but for me it’s nothing short of thrilling. It excites me and reassures me at once,

while also tempting me to no end. I want to poke and prod at it, to see if it’s really as vast as it seems.

It’s as if his dominance and authority is a giant red button saying “do not push” and Goddess help me,

but all I want to do is push it.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am in this moment – even though the last few days have

been a nightmare. I’m finally the person I was always meant to be, I have a mate who loves me, and a

baby on the way. I feel so incredibly free, and when Sinclair catches me and pins me to the ground with

a sexy growl, I only feel more fulfilled.

It’s time to go home, trouble. He commands huskily.

But I don’t want to shift back. I complain, not for the sake of challenging him anymore, but because I’m

genuinely afraid of the process.

Why not? Sinclair inquires, nibbling my nape.

I’m scared… it’s going to hurt. I admit.

No, sweetheart, not this time. From now on you’ll be able to shift in only a few minutes, and the more

you do it, the sooner it will be that you can change in a split second. It will hurt a little – but not like

before. He explains tenderly.

I don’t know how to do it. I object then, purely making excuses.

Well that’s too bad. Sinclair replies, giving me a sly look as he feigns nonchalance. Because I can’t

claim you until you shift back, i

Claim me? I respond curiously, my wolf perking up with sensual interest.

That’s right. He confirms, a flash of fire in his sultry gaze. Unless you no longer want my mark?

No! I correct him, embarrassingly quickly. I want it.

Then shift, mate. He orders again. And I’ll give it to you. «

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