Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

When we arrive at the edge of the forest where the ceremony is set to begin, I’m wearing a shimmering

pearl-colored dress, which looks as if it’s been spun from pure moonlight. Its straps are so thin it

doesn’t seem like they should be strong enough to hold up the flowing fabric, which plunges between

my br3asts, hugs my wa!st and then cascades out into a wide skirt with a graceful train.

It’s completely inappropriate for the cold weather, but a cape of plush black furs billows down my back

and Sinclair’s cozy heat is warming my left side. My shoulders are heavy with the weight of his arm,

and I feel thankful the rough forest terrain made wearing high heels impossible.

We move through the crowds of reporters and admirers, pausing for photos and handshakes but not

answering any questions. The press coverage from the moon bathing ritual was truly phenomenal,

almost fawning in its analysis, and the crowds are getting bigger every day. Everyone seems to want to

glimpse us for themselves, and I’m beginning to feel more like amuseunm attraction than a person.

It’s hard to keep myself grounded when everyone around me is staring, jumping up and down yelling

my name. This is business as usual for Sinclair, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. I also don’t know

if I want my child subjected to all this attention. “It won’t always be like this, right?” I ask, cradling my

tiny baby bump as we move past the crowds. “Surely it’s just the festival and how new our relationship

is.”

“Things will calm down.” Sinclair agrees, his keen eyes not missing the way I try to shield our pup with

my hands. “They’ll be excited about the baby too, but they’ll keep their distance. They know how

protective new parents are, and as invasive as we can be about adult relationships, children are

considered off limits.”

“Good.” Il breathe, still frowning. “I don’t like it, but l’ll endure it as long as they leave the baby alone.”

“After the campaign is over we can pull you out of the spotlight.” Sinclair offers, “you’ll be a new mother,

it would be perfectly reasonable for your public presence to be diminished.” Just then the wind shifts,

and Sinclair scents the air, his muscles suddenly going very tense.

Right on cue, a snide voice sounds on our left, and a figure in white emerges from behind a tree. “What

kind of Luna looks for excuses to get out of doing her job?” I don’t need to look to recognize the

speaker – her tone is completely altered from when she helped me in the bathroom, but there’s no

mistaking the nasal timbre of Lydia’s voice.

Before I can even begin to process her words or get a good look at her, Sinclair pushes my body

behind his, taking up a defensive stance between me and his ex-wife. “Are you really so desperate to

force yourself in where you’re not wanted, that you’ve been reduced to skulking around like a fox,

Lydia?” A murmur moves through the gathered shifters, and I suspect calling a wolf a fox is something

of an insult. Though I, as someone who has always liked foxes, can’t help but feel a bit offended on

their behalf.

“It certainly took you long enough to sense me.” She complains, sounding more than a little bitter. “Are

you really so preoccupied with your little pet that your wolf can’t keep track of his surroundings?”

I’m trying to move back around in front of Sinclair but he holds me fast, his arm reaching behind his

body to lock me against him in an iron grip. I feel a little growl bubble up in my chest, only to be

reduced to a trembling mess when he growls back, leaving no room for argument. “l guess that goes to

show how little you mean to my wolf these days.” Sinclair counters smoothly. “He doesn’t even notice

you when you’re right in front of him.”

I’m trying to peek around Sinclair’s burly arm, but I can only catch a flash of Lydia’s outraged

expression before her venomous tongue is back at it, “Well you might not want me here, Sinclair, but as

the only she-wolf who bears your mark, it’s my right to begin the hunt with you.”

My slow brain scrambles to catch up, and I gradually understand that she’s trying to take my place in

the ceremony. She thinks that I don’t have the right to participate because Sinclair and I haven’t fully

been mated, and suddenly I feel outraged myself. How dare she try to take our place? How dare she

try to take Sinclair from us? The little voice in my head is in a full on rage, and any logic I might have

used to calm it- like the fact that Sinclair isn’t ours in the first place, so it’s impossible for him to be

taken – goes completely by the wayside.

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he

was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel

jealous now.

I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up

inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its

father? Or have I lost my mind?

“You’re out of your head, Lyd-” I surge forward, slipping out of Sinclair’s grasp by ducking underneath

his arms and rounding his big body in a fit of righteous indignation. I can feel Sinclair reaching for me

again, but I pull myself up to my full height and shoot him a warning glare over my shoulder before

giving Lydia the full force of my ire. “The only mark you bear is of the wolf you tricked into marrying you

after you ran out on this pack. If you want to participate in the hunt, go home to him – or has he seen

you for the snake you are and kicked you out?”

Lydia’s eyes flash, and I wonder if I’ve hit too close to home. L also wonder if her new husband might

have realized the same thing she did – that Sinclair was never sterile, so their inability to conceive was

probably a problem with her. Would an Alpha reject a mate that couldn’t give him pups? Is Lydia back

here because she has nowhere else to go?

Stop empathizing! The voice in my head admonishes angrily, You can feel bad for her later, right now

there’s a battle to win!

Who are you?! I cry in return. What battle? I’m not going to publicly humiliate a woman who’s struggling

with fertility.

Struggling with fertility doesn’t mean she isn’t a conniving b!tch. The voice replies. And she’s trying to

take Sinclair. He’s mine. Ours.

Before I can reply, Lydia snarls and I have to thrust a hand into Sinclair’s chest to keep him from

throwing my body behind his once more. “Better the mark of another than no mark at all. You don’t

even know what it truly means to be a mate.” She snaps.

I press my palm to my belly again, drawing her attention to my unborn pup. “What stronger claim could

there be than this miracle? I don’t need Dominic’s mark to know I belong to him – and l’m willing to wait

for it until we can do it right, in a manner befitting a King and Queen.”I declare, notching my chin up.

Lydia’s expression flickered when I mentioned the pup, and again I felt a rush of sympathy for the other

woman, but her eyes hardened and blazed when I called myself a queen. The shifters around us are

whispering and muttering among themselves, many glaring at Lydia and grinning at me. I know I’ve

done well when Sinclair presses his body flush to mine, his hands circling my wa!st from behind to help

me cradle our pup. A satisfied purr rumbles in his chest as his lips move against my ear, “the baby likes

it when Mommy’s fierce.” He shares, and my heart flip flops over hearing myself called Mommy for the

first time. “And so do I.” He praises.

Feeling a rush of confidence and an inexplicable knowing that I’m close to the kill, I continue, “And we

both know that there are many more ways to claim a mate than with a bite.” I say with a sultry grin,

sliding one hand up and around the back of Sinclair’s neck, encouraging his affection. I’ve never done

anything so brazen in my life, except perhaps the other night at the bonfire… or in that damned dream.

At the same time, it feels completely right that we should be fighting thisbattle together, and showing off

our attraction for all to see.

Lydia takes one furious step towards me, and Sinclair emits a snarl so vicious that everyone around us

cowers, Lydia included. I’m the only one able to withstand the force of his Alpha authority, which works

well for our purposes. Since no one knows I’m human, they’ll all assume I’m truly Sinclair’s equal – in

spirit if not brute strength.

Lydia shudders and whimpers before turning tail and fleeing in the opposite direction. For some reason,

I feel the strangest urge to chase after her, but Sinclair is holding me too tightly. “Not so fast feisty

p*nts, we have more important things to do than chase after bitter exes.

“I have to crane my neck to look up at him, but his face is full of pride and anticipation as he

announces. “It’s time.”