idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 42


    Sinir


    I can hear E’s heart racing at a mile a minute, and the baby is starting to be stressed in


    ordance to his mother. I’m worried too, E is small even for a human, and I’m big even for a


    werewolf, but I don’t believe the Goddess would have chosen her to carry my heir if she couldn’t handle


    the toll. I need to calm her down quickly.


    I begin to purr, petting her sides in long, soothing strokes. “Easy, little one. It will be alright.”


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    I can feel her nerves begin to settle, but it seems E’s mind is still in full revolt. “Stop that!” She


    whimpers, “I don’t want you to just soothe this away, I’m right to be afraid!”


    “Of course you are.” I croon, not letting up on the purrs. “Childbirth is always scary, and it always


    seems impossible – that’s why it’s a miracle. You’re going to have the best doctors in the country, E. I


    promise you’ll get through it in flying colors.”


    “That’s easy for you to say.” She grumbles. “You don’t have to push a watermelon out of your privates


    in five months! Oh god, what have you put inside me?”


    “Well technically, I didn’t put it there.” I remind her, trying to lighten the mood.


    “Sinir, I’m serious!” She snaps, “I don’t think I can do this!”


    “E look at me,” I instruct gently. She shakes her head, refusing point nk, so I stop caressing her


    long enough to catch her chin and turn her beautiful face up to mine. “I’m going to take care of you.” I


    promise. “If that means we have to induce the baby toe a couple of weeks early or do a cesarean,


    we will. We’re not going to put your body through anything it can’t handle.”


    E is gradually submitting to my purrs, though I can tell she still wants to fight. I can see that keeping


    my little human calm and rxed through this pregnancy is going to be even more difficult than I


    anticipated, but I’m not the least bit disappointed if that means we have to spend more time snuggling


    and talking this way. I like taking care of E – It’s in my nature as an Alpha to care for others, and I


    need to give thisfort every bit as much as E needs to receive it – whether she realizes it or not.


    E sniffs sullenly, nestling into my warmth. “It really isn’t fair that you can influence my emotions this


    way.”


    “I know.” Imiserate, d she can’t see my smile. The stubborn little thing clearly isn’t used to


    having help solving her problems, and I’m sure she doesn’t feelfortable giving anyone else that


    power. I don’t tell her how much influence she has over my own feelings, however. The more time that


    passes, the more I realize how much my own mood depends on whether E is content – something I


    haven’t experienced with anyone but my mate.


    With Lydia it was very different, my wolf was never settled unless hers was – and she fully expected me


    to manage her emotions for her, making everyint in her life loudly and dramatically known. E


    is a very different creature, hiding her upsets most of the time and never expecting or even want me to


    fix them for her, but my wolf seems even more unhappy when she’s unsettled, than he was with Lydia.


    My mind swirls with the implications of this, and I reason that it must be the baby once more. I’m so


    attuned and concerned about E because she’s carrying my heir, it makes perfect sense that my wolf


    is in this heightened state given our situation. I’m sure this connection is also why E seems only to be


    soothed by my purrs, and no one else’s. The instructor has gone silent – clearly an old hat at talking


    couples through the trials of childbirth and expecting panic attacks like E’s.


    My sweet human is not the only first time mother in the room insisting the task ahead of them is


    impossible, and I’m not the only mate purring. Still, when I stop for a moment to test whether the other


    men’s purrs soothe E, her heart rate begins to increase again, and I know she only responds to


    mine.


    It’s the pup.” I tell my wolf, who’s strutting around with masculine pride in my head. “It has to be the


    pup.”


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    That night I wake alone in bed.


    At first I’m not sure what woke me, it’s not until I realize my arms are empty and I reach for E that I


    understand she’s missing. I sit up, instantly alert. She’s not in the room, and the bathroom is dark and


    empty. I surge out of bed, scenting the air. I don’t smell an intruder or sense anything off – not that I


    would. If anyone got close enough to snatch her from my arms they certainly wouldn’t have left me


    alive.


    I follow E’s intoxicating fragrance out the door and down the stairs, my wolf gradually calming as we


    near the kitchen and I piece together the puzzle in my mind. She must have woken with a craving and


    decided to sneak ate night snack.


    I pause to listen at the door just in case, the familiar aroma of bacon filling my senses. A momentter I


    push inside, finding E stationed over the stovetop in the dim light. I flip the light on and she leaps half


    a foot in the air, yelping in surprise.


    “It’s alright sweetheart, it’s only me.” I promise,ing forward to wrap my arm around her.


    She backs away from me instinctively, clearly not realizing I only want to feel her body against mine,


    but I catch her hand before she can escape my reach and gather her close. “Did you get hungry?”


    E nods, flushing, “I didn’t want to wake you.”


    I offer her a stern expression. “I want you to wake me when you get up in the middle of this night.” I tell


    her, “whether it’s to satisfy a craving, or to feed the baby when ites.”


    E blinks, and I wonder if she expected us to sleep apart after she delivers. “But you can’t help me


    nurse. Why would you get up too?”


    I roll my eyes, “because we’re in this together. If you have to wake up ten times a night, then I should


    have to, too.”


    “You say that now,” E snorts, “We’ll see if you’re still singing that tune in a few months.”


    “I’m serious E, I don’t want to miss a moment of this experience. I’ve waited for it for a very long time.


    Besides I might not be able to give the baby milk, but I can support you while you do.” I reason, not


    giving her an inch literally or metaphorically.


    E narrows her eyes. “Are all shifter men like you? Or all Alpha’s? I guarantee you human men


    aren’t.”


    I furrow my brow, thinking for a moment. “I don’t know – honestly. And I really don’t care what anyone


    else does. This is how we’re going to do it.”


    “And what if I don’t want you to get up with me?” E poses, a devious glint in her eye. “What if I want


    to let you sleep, or to steal alone time with the baby.”


    I chuckle, pleased to see she’sfortable enough with me to indulge her mischief. “Just try it and see


    what happens.” I tease back. “Now,” I continue, looking over her head to the frying bacon. “What’s on


    the menu tonight?”


    “Bacon.” She answers, not meeting my gaze.


    “And?” I press, knowing her cravings are never so one note.


    “Covered in chocte.” She murmurs, flushing. I wait, sensing there’s more to the story. E does not


    disappoint. “Dipped in guacamole and hot sauce.”


    I can’t withhold my chuckle, and E looks up at me with wide eyes. “You think I’m gross don’t you.”


    Oh if only she knew how far the opposite my feelings were. “Of course not – I think you’re pregnant.” I


    answer, nudging her towards one of the high bar stools. “Now you sit here and rx, beautiful. I’ll take


    care of the food.” I’m pleased to see E no longer flinches when I mention her beauty. She obviously


    still doesn’t like it when others do, but now instead of seeming ufortable or annoyed, she blushes


    when Ipliment her.


    I finish preparing her snack with ease. The bacon was almost finished cooking already, and the


    chocte is already melted. I pat the bacon dry and let it cool a bit, before cutting the strips in half and


    dipping them in the rich ganache. Iy them out on a te and pull out a carton of guacamole from the


    fridge, cing a heaping spoonful at the center of the te and drizzling it in hot sauce. I ce the


    te in front of E, who gazes at it in amazement.” I was just going to eat it out of the tub like a


    heathen.”


    I throw my head back andugh, “I would probably have done the same.” I watch her take the first bite,


    moaning with pleasure as hershes fall shut in epicurean delight. However odd it may seem to me, it’s


    what the baby wants, and E loves it.


    I get a head start on the dishes while E indulges, only pausing to try a bite myself. It’s not as gross as


    I thought it might be – but it definitely doesn’t delight me the way it does my little human. When I ce


    thest dish in the drying rack I turn back to E, only to find her sniffling pitifully.


    “E, what’s wrong?” I exim, shocked by her heightened emotion.


    She shakes her head, “It’s nothing, I’m being silly.”


    “Tell me right now, E.” I order.