idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 85
Sinir
When I enter the Blood Moon Tavern for the ‘have a drink with the Alpha’ town hall event, I immediately
begin cursing Hugo. My beta may have talked me into this campaign event with good intentions, but I
would so much rather go home to E. After the way we left things this evening, not to mention my
conversation with Roger, my wolf is positively rabid to go climb into bed with her and finish what we
started.
However, I made a pledge to my pack that I woulde out to this bar and talk with the people one on
one, giving them an opportunity to share their thoughts, grievances and questions with me in an
informal setting. It’s the sort of event the Prince would never consider holding, and also the kind
common shifters appreciate most. So I ster a smile on my face and enter the rustic pub, greeting the
assembled pack members as if there’s nothing I would rather be doing.
At first I’mpletely distracted, preupied with thoughts of E, our growing pup and whether it
might be possible that my brother is right. Could our feelings for each other be more than mere
attraction and the connection forged by our pup? Could we be falling in love? I’m not even sure I know
what love feels like – of course I imagined myself head over heels for Lydia once, but can there be true
love when one partner is only in the rtionship for selfish, personal gain? Can a person honestly know
what it means to be in love, when it’s all one sided?
A burst ofughter and noise pulls my attention away from my thoughts, and suddenly I realize I’ve
been neglecting my conversation with the pack members around me. “I know that look.” One of the
men in front of me guffaws, pping his leg. “I’d say the Alpha has his mind on things far lovelier than
taxes.”
“A certain she-wolf with a swollen belly perhaps?” Another wolf suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
Iugh apologetically, though none of the wolves surrounding me seem upset. They all look as though
they understand all too well. “I’m sorry, you’ve caught me. I have a hard time letting my mate out of my
sight these days.” I confess, knowing that speaking inly is far more likely to win me points with this
demographic.
“It’s no worry.” An older man assures me, patting my back. “I remember what it was like when my wife
was breeding, and it’s always worst with the first.”
“When I found out my Mary was pregnant, I actually attacked one of her colleagues when he got too
close to her!” Another man shares, “luckily he didn’t hold it against me.”
I chuckle, “My wolf wanted me to go after E’s doctor and the nurses when we first got the news –
men and women.” I rte, earning myself a fresh round ofughter. “Luckily she’s learned to climb into
my arms anytime I start getting aggressive, the clever minx knows I can’t attack anyone if I’m holding
her.”
They raise their brows with approval, not just any she-wolf can take on an Alpha’s riled wolf, even when
it’s their mate. I swell with pride over their impressed looks, but settle in to listen rather than continue
spending my own voice. I’m amazed that this burly group of hardened shifters is so content to talk
about she-wolves and babies rather than politics or security, but before long all the rough and tumble
bar patrons are exchanging stories of bing fathers and the antics of their children. I’m suddenly
wishing I’d brought my own father along, and thinking that I wouldn’t mind campaign events so much if
they were all like this.
I order a second drink as the tales unfold, but set it down after a few sips. Though I requested the same
brand of liquor as my first tumbler-full, there’s a strange metallic taste to the liquid that turns my
stomach. I wonder if soap was left in the ss after being washed, or perhaps the bartender opened a
new bottle, not realizing the liquor inside had turned. Unfortunately I never figure out what’s wrong with
the draught, because thest thing I remember is thinking that it tastes off, and then everything is dark.
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E
When Sinir doesn’te home in time for dinner, I assume the campaign event ran long. I’m
disappointed, but I know that these things are often out of his hands. Winning the crown is more
important than spending time with me, and only aplete narcissist could be upset by that fact.
Says the woman who wants to curl up in a ball and cry because Sinir cares more about the
campaign than you. The little voice in my head remarks dryly.
That’s not fair. I answer, beyond frustrated. Those are more hormones talking, not logic.
Sure, sure. She snips. me the baby.
I pat my tummy. “I don’t me you.” I tell my growing pup, “I do, however, me my body.”
The baby flutters and kicks against my hand, as if he’s telling me he understandspletely. I feel a
rush of love so powerful my dour mood disappears, and I can only smile as I get through my meal,
content to talk to the tiny being inside me.
Unfortunately, my good mood onlysts until I realize it’s almost nine o’clock, and Sinir still hasn’t
come home. I decide to call him, but the line rings and rings before eventually going to voicemail. I
hang up and send him a quick text: Just checking in, is the event going alright?
Nothing.
Sighing, I put my phone aside and decide to take a bath. I’m worrying about nothing, the sooner I stop
thinking about Sinir, the sooner he’ll be home.
I don’t know. My conscience interjects, something feels off to me. Are you sure he’s okay.
It was an event at a bar, he probably just got caught up. Or maybe he decided to have a night out – he
never gets to do anything for himself. He deserves to let loose a little.
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True, but I don’t think he’d do that without telling you. The voice replies.
It probably slipped his mind. I insist, shaking off the sting carried by the idea of being an afterthought to
him.
I fill the huge whirl pool tub in Sinirs bathroom, choosing to use his rooms instead of my own, just in
case hees home while I’m soaking. I have a sudden, silly fantasy of him walking in while I’m
submerged in the hot water and bubbles. I imagine him iming that he’s dirty after his night out and
insisting that he needs to join me. I picture him climbing into the tub with me, and settling me between
his legs.
As I sink into the steaming water, I slide my own hands over my soft skin, pretending that they’re
Sinirs – knowing he’ll probably demand to wash me himself, and getting lost in the sensations. My
hand lingers over my breasts and between my legs, Sinir’s deep voice filling my head with flimsy
excuses about how he has to make sure all my important parts are clean.
Before long I’m breathing heavily and flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with the heat of the
bath, and I decide this has to stop before Sinir walks in and catches me in a much more intimate act
than bathing. I wash quickly, settling down enough to soak, but soon the water grows cold, and I have
no choice but to get out.
I check the time as I pull on a plush robe. 11 o’clock now. I retrieve my phone, only to find that I haven’t
had any calls or texts from Sinir. Feeling truly worried now, I call him again. I know it’s not veryte,
but he promised to be home hours ago, and I’ve never known him to runte withoutmunicating
the dy. When I get his voicemail I try calling two more times, and send a couple more texts for good
measure.
Are you okay? I was expecting you hours ago.
Should I wait up?
Why do I feel so anxious about asking these simple questions? I got past my wariness of scaring
Sinir off ages ago, and yet this still feels like a test, like I might being on too strong or seem
needy for worrying about him.
That’s Mike’s influence. The little voice in my head reminds me. He would use you of being a
nagging shrew if you wanted to know when to expect him home, that’s not Sinir. Don’t put that on
him.
Then why hasn’t he called me? Why isn’t he responding?
Something’s wrong. My conscience insists, more forcefully now.
I decide to call Roger, just to make sure Sinir actually made it to the campaign event after their talk.
He answers quickly, but confirms Sinir left hours ago. He tells me to sit tight while he goes to the bar,
and so I hang up and try to be patient.
In the end, I don’t have to wait for Roger to call me back. My phone chirps, and I see a message from
Sinir.
Stop bothering me – I found betterpany for the night.
Then, immediately following the text, a photo appears. Sinir is naked in a strange bed, his eyelids
heavy over a sultry stare, his clothes from this evening slung over a nightstand. And there beside him,
naked as the day she was born – is Lydia.
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