idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 33
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I smell Roger the moment I walk through the door. My wolf is immediately alert, and I approach the first
guard I see. “Was my brother here?”
“Yes Alpha.” The man replies. “He requested a meeting with E, and she granted it.”
I do not like the sounds of that. “How long was he here? Is she alright?”
“They spoke for close to an hour.” The guard replies. “She didn’t seem upset afterwards, but she went
to bed early and without supper.”
Worry simmers in my belly. If Roger was here it was undoubtedly to make trouble, and while E might
have simply been exhausted, I don’t believe these events are unrted. I haven’t eaten either, but I
head straight upstairs to check on the mother of my pup. However when I reach my rooms, E isn’t
there.
Instead I make my way downstairs to her suite, concern tying my insides into knots. I push open the
bedroom door, following the luscious aroma that is E, and stalk silently inside. She’s curled up
beneath the covers, sleeping as sweetly as can be. I’m smiling despite my inner turmoil, moving to sit
by her side as she doses.
E is lying on her stomach, her arms folded up beneath her pillow, her rose gold hair spilling over her
bare shoulders in a silky cascade. I brush a few locks away from her face, content to simply watch her
sleep. She looks so angelic like this, and I feel a fresh wave of worry for what Roger might have said to
her. Did she go to bed in her own rooms because I wasn’t home, or because Roger upset her?
I’ll kill him if he’s said or done anything to harm her. The thought circles ominously around me for a long
moment, and I’m a bit taken about by the force of my conviction. I feel so protective of this little human
– is it really only because she’s carrying my baby?
After a minute E’s brow furrows and she whimpers in her sleep. I worry she might be having another
nightmare, which brings on yet another flood of possessive energy. What happened in her life that
haunted her dreams this way? Was she reliving past horrors, or simply imagining terrors which haven’t
actuallye to pass? Something about the way she refused to talk about thest one makes me
suspect the former.
I push the covers down only far enough to expose the curve of her spine, needing to feel her shape
beneath my fingers. When I stroke onerge hand down the graceful column she stirs and stretches,
turning towards me and unconsciously cuddling closer. She blinks her brilliant eyes open a moment
later, offering me a bleary eyed yawn. “You’re back.”
“I am.” I agree, “And you’re in the wrong bed.” I tease, petting her slender waist and marveling at how
small she ispared to me. The breadth of my hand easily circles her ribs, and I wonder if my fingers
would actually touch if I tried to wrap my other hand around her middle.
“Mmm,” She moans, the sound like a sultry torment to my oversensitized ears. “You weren’t here.”
“As if that’s any excuse.” I mockingly scold.
“Are you going to make me move?” She murmurs, though her eyes have already closed again and she
sighs contentedly as I continue to caress her.
“I should.” I muse, “I should make you get up and have the dinner you skipped.”
E peeks one eye open then, pouting in a way that does nothing to garner my sympathy and
everything to make me contemte iming her plump, pink lips. “Your servants are tattle tales.”
“Uh-huh.” I chuckle, trying to keep my tone light as I continue, “they also told me about your visit with
Roger.”
E hums with indignation, but doesn’t say more.
“Would you like to tell me what he wanted?” I ask after a moment.
“He was warning me.” She yawns.
“What about?” I rumble, fearing I already know the answer.
“Nothing I didn’t already know.” E shrugs sleepily. “That your mate wille along one day and you’ll
no longer need me to be Luna.”
Only the sight of E contentedly stretching into my touch like a sleepy kitten keeps me from jumping to
my feet and growling. “He has no business saying such things to you.”
“Why not?” She purrs, “It’s true.”
I don’t know why it bothers me so much to hear her speak that way – but it does. “You know that and I
know that – but he things you’re my second chance mate like everyone else. He thinks you’re a she-
wolf and he has no right to interfere.” The truth is that hepletely crossed a line. E isn’t familiar
enough with our ways to understand how egregious his behavior truly was. If she was truly my mate
and another man came along and told her I didn’t actually care for her, I would be well within my rights
to challenge him.
Still, E isn’t my mate, and though I genuinely hate hearing her talk about a future where we aren’t
together, I know she’s being pragmatic. That’s the arrangement we agreed upon. She would be equally
justified to dissolve our agreement if she met a man.
Before I’ve even finished the thought, my wolf is roaring in my head, driven over the edge by the idea of
E being with anyone else. It takes all my willpower to keep him reined in, and I’m d E is only half
awake. I’m sure it’s just the pup growing in her belly – I wouldn’t care otherwise, but as long as she’s
carrying my child, the idea of another man – even a human –ing near her makes me absolutely
furious. I breathe in a deep sigh, trying to get my wolf back under control. Of course this only amplifies
her delicious scent, and my wolf bes distracted once more.
“You washed off my scent again.” I observe, thankful that my voice sounds much calmer than I feel.
E flushes despite her foggy state. “I had to – I was covered in chocte and whipped cream and who
knows what else.”
Oh how quickly things can change, I think sadly. This afternoon I wanted nothing more than to lick
every inch of her body clean, and now I’m d the temptation is gone. If I’d gone down that road there
would have been no turning back, and this afternoon was a cautionary tale I won’t soon forget. E and
I have to find a way to move forward in our agreement without all the pent up sexual tension – maybe
she realized the same thing after Roger’s visit. Maybe that’s the real reason she chose to sleep in her
own bed.
N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
I see the logic of it, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself from flirting. “Hmm, and who’s fault was that?”
“Yours.” E replies easily, still not opening her eyes.
“Oh really? I seem to remember you throwing the first handful.” I remind her amusedly.
Again that sumptuous pout, more tempting than she could possibly realize. “You provoked me.”
“Such a temper.” I tease, running my fingers through her long hair. “if I didn’t know any better I’d think
you were a wolf.”
“I think I’d like to be one.” She confesses wistfully, “Just to shift and experience what it would be like to
be that free.”
I can hear the emotion in her voice clear as day, even though she’s not truly awake. Her words make
me wonder what E would be like as a wolf, and I have to admit I find the idea more usible than I
would for most humans. She’s so strong of will and spirit, clever, intuitive, both deeply independent and
pack oriented – she’s even skittish like she’s wrangling a wild inner animal. Suddenly I find myself
wishing that she was a wolf too, so we could be together without all theseplications. “What am I
going to do with you, E?”
I can’t afford these distractions, and I need to be caring for my family and the pack, not rutting E
senseless. I’m not even sure if she could withstand the affections of a wolf. She’s so small, so delicate.
I can’t risk her or the pup. I have to simply be grateful she’s safe, and give up hoping for more – for
both our sakes.
She rolls onto her back, looking up at me curiously. “Earlier you said ‘we’ll finish thister.’” She
reminds me. “What did you mean?”
Damn. I’d meant I was going to kiss her until she forgot her own name and take her to bed, but I’ve
seen the error of my ways only too well today. “I meant we’d finish talking about security and setting
boundaries.” I lie instead. “But we can talk about that tomorrow.”