idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 13
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This is confusing.
It was much easier for me to hate Sinir when he was being overbearing and bossy, I’m not sure what
to make of all this kindness. It seems too good to be true, and that’s a guaranteed red g. I learned
the hard way growing up as an orphan, if it seems too good to be true, it’s because it is.
At the same time, I can’t bring myself to pull away from Sinir. He’s still holding and rocking me more
tenderly than I ever could have imagined. Has anyone ever held me this way? Mike certainly didn’t, and
while Cora has alwaysforted me in times of need, this does not feel like cuddling Cora. I’m aware
of Sinir’s touch in a way that is far from sisterly, I feel as though I’m being scalded by his heat, and
wonder if werewolves run higher temperatures than humans.
It strikes me quite suddenly that if Sinir is half this attentive with his children, my baby will have more
love than I could have possibly hoped for. He really will make a wonderful father – assuming this isn’t
some act to make me agree to some new condition on our agreement. Then again, I remember how
kind he’s always been to Jake and Millie, how obviously he loves children.
I’m not sure where ites from, but suddenly I feel a rush of jealousy for the woman who will be
his mate. She will be very lucky indeed, and it’s obvious his sperm wasn’t the problem with his past
fertility struggles now. They’ll probably have many children together, and my baby can have siblings to
love and y with. I might not be able to have a big family, but my child will be part of one – and that’s
what’s important, right? So why do I feel so bitter at the thought of another woman being with Sinir?
I might suspect that a she-wolf would feel threatened by my baby, because it would prevent one of her
own pups from bing Sinir’s heir, but I know that’s not it either. I snuggle closer as my tears
slow, and Sinir purrs, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Why is it so hard to pull away from
him? Why does the idea of leaving his arms make me so disappointed?
I can’t be attracted to him. I can’t. It’s a recipe for disaster!
“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice sounds in my ear, and I jolt as if I’ve been shocked. I
can feel myself coloring already, and when I look up at him, there’s a knowing smirk on his face.
I try to conjure an excuse that would exin my embarrassment, so I confess a half truth, “I was
thinking I want more ice cream.”
Sinir frowns now, eyeing the bowl I’ve just finished. “I think that might be overdoing it. The doctor
said you needed a very nutritious diet.”
The baby doesn’t care for this, and neither do I. My craving hasn’t been satisfied yet, and no one has
ever deigned to tell me what I can or cannot eat. “I’m an adult, Sinir. I can see to my own health.”
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“I’ve asked you to call me Dominic.” He reminds me, catching me in the crosshairs of his piercing eyes.
“My point remains the same no matter what I call you.” I state tritely, pulling away from him atst. I slip
off his knee and rise to my feet. His cor is soaked through with my tears, and though I’m standing
and he’s kneeling, he’s still almost as tall as I am. I ce my hands on my hips, trying not to cower in
the face of his stern expression.
“What if I make you something else, what’s your favorite dish?” Sinir questions.
Rolling my eyes, I retrieve my bowl and circle around him, heading for the door. My fingers are inches
from the handle when a tree trunk arm circles my middle and I’m lifted off my feet. “Hey! Put me down!”
“Such a naughty little human.” Sinir clucks in disapproval, setting me down on the couch.
“You said I was free to go wherever I wish here.” I remind him. “I want to go to the kitchen.”
“You may go to the kitchen if you like,” He agrees, “but not if you’re only going to fill up on ice cream.
That baby needs more than sugar and fat to grow big and strong.”
The more this goes on, the more I feel like a child. Here I am, demanding sweets when I know it isn’t
best for my child, but I can’t help the cravings I’m experiencing. The baby wants what it wants, and
there’s no reasoning with my hormones. They are stronger than any PMS or mood swing I’ve ever
experienced before, it makes me feel like a different person. I’m a mature adult, I’ve been on my own
my whole life – I raised myself and Cora, even though she’s older. So why do I feel like crying again
simply because I’m not going to get my way?
I’m still caught up in my thoughts when I feel calloused fingers stroke my cheek, drawing my attention
up to Sinir. “Has no one ever cared for you enough to set limits?” He asks, searching my face. In the
wrong tone it might have sounded like a cruel reminder, but he speaks with true sympathy.
“I’m an orphan, remember?” I bite, my voice thick with emotion. “No one has ever cared for me at all –
not the way you mean.”
“Well that changes now.” Sinir proimed firmly, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be back in a
minute.”
I remain in my room, trying to get hold of myself and wrap my brain around this strange new
rtionship with Sinir. I feel very confused by his behavior, and my own feelings. My body is
responding to him like it’s never responded to anyone – it feels as if I’vee alive after a very long
sleep – but I have to wonder whether that’s only the baby? Surely if there is such a strong bond
between Sinir and the pup that they have a mental link, I must be affected too.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I almost don’t realize it when the man in question returns, carrying a tray.
He sets it down in front of me and though I’m feeling contrary enough that I’m tempted to reject it on
principle, that impulse evaporates as soon as he raises the cloche to reveal the meal he’s prepared. It’s
macaroni and cheese with broli, not exactly healthy, but certainly better than ice cream. Not to
mention, it’s my absolute favorite dish from childhood.
“How did you know?” I ask, astonished. This is not something he could have possibly learned from his
link with the baby. It’s not a craving, but a personal fact very few people know.
“I have my ways.” Sinir answers slyly, offering me a fork.
I ept it dly, and wonder again at this mysterious man… wolf. There’s so much about him I don’t
understand, things that have nothing to do with being a werewolf, and everything to do with his human
side.
“What happened between you and your mate?” I ask, not sure if this is an appropriate question for me
to ask, but deciding to test my luck. “When you said not all fated mates are good fits, were you talking
about yourself?”
Sinir blinks, and at first I don’t think he’ll answer, but after a moment he sighs and sits beside me. He
leans forward and rests his elbows on my knees. “Yes.” He admits, watching me take my first bite of
food withser sharp focus. I moan with pleasure when the vors hit my tongue, and some
unreadable emotion shes in his green eyes. “Lydia was beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly
calcted. I don’t know if there was ever really love between us, or just the bond. We married
because… that’s what you do when you find your mate. I knew she’d make a good Luna, and I wanted
a family. I wanted to give her everything she desired – that’s the way it is with mates, even when the
feelings areplicated, you feelpelled to make them happy.”
“Unfortunately what Lydia wanted was a baby.” Sinir continued grimly. “And when I could not give
her one, she left me for another Alpha – without a second thought. In the end I’m not sure if she loved
me, or my money and power. She was a very materialistic woman, and the status of being a Luna
wasn’t worth nearly as much if she didn’t produce an heir.”