idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 96
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“Why does it feel like this is more for my benefit than yours?” I inquire archly, watching as Sinir pours
oils and salts into arge, steaming bath. The clever wolf knows how much I love a bubble bath,
especially now that I’m pregnant. After years of constantly being dirty and even living on the street,
there is nothing else that feels so luxurious to me – and I can’t think of anything more rxing.
“Hey, I was going to get in with you – you’re the one who put your foot down.” Sinir replies with a
wolfish grin, skimming his fingers through the water to check the temperature.
“Because you have open wounds!” I exim, exasperated but also impatient for the preparation to be
over so I can sink into the deep tub. “The doctors said you couldn’t submerge your injuries until the
scabs are gone.”
Amazingly, the gashes on his back have already scabbed over. It seems that he truly wasn’t lying when
he told me that shifters heal faster than humans, but I hadn’t expected him to heal quite so fast. At this
rate his wounds will be mere scars in a couple of days.
“Which is why I’ll be supervising, not participating.” Dominic shrugs, I wonder if that hurts him? I
ponder, watching the muscles rippling in his back. He certainly doesn’t show any signs of pain.
He’s so strong. My traitorous conscience moons, and for a moment I actually think I see stars in my
eyes.
Rolling my eyes at my inner voice, I cross my arms over my chest. “The idea was to help us both
rx.” I sigh, guilt gnawing at my insides.
“Believe it or not, E, but taking care of you does help me rx.” Sinir deres coolly, pressing a
button that triggers the whirlpool jets built into the tub. A steady thrumming sound whirs to life as the
water begins to churn, foaming and bubbling even higher now.
“Oh sure, I’m sure your version of supervision will ensure neither of us get the least bit excited – as you
and the doctor so elegantly put it.” I snark.
The big wolf shes his fangs, mes dancing in his eyes as he finally turns away from the bath. “If I
didn’t know any better I’d think you were worried about losing control with me.” He observes darkly, “but
I can’t imagine why that would be, unless of course your feelings for me are stronger than you’re letting
on.”
“Now you’re just fishing.” I use, narrowing my eyes at Sinir, even as he prowls toward me across
the tiled floor.
“Am I?” His dark brows incline towards his hairline. “Because I have no problem admitting mine.”
“Don’t!” I interrupt, feeling a sudden spike of panic. “Seriously Dominic, whatever you’re going to say, I
don’t want to know.”
“I thought we were past that, sweetheart.” He scolds, “didn’t you learn your lesson about actually
hearing me out when I want to tell you something?”
“This is different.” I insist, “it honestly stresses me out.”
Sinir pauses, studying me closely. He’s only a few paces away now, but the longer he observes me,
the softer his ravenous expression bes. “Has it urred to you that part of the reason you’re so
stressed is because you’re trying to fight the inevitable, E?”
“Dominic, what stresses me out is bringing a wolf pup into a world I don’t belong to or understand, while
living a lie and dodging constant death threats.” I snap, before I can consider how the Alpha might take
my words. “Can you really me me for wanting to keep things simple in the face of all that? If we lose
focus for even a moment, this could all fall apart.”
He stops dead in his tracks, and I can see a great wall of guilt m into him. I know he’s not focusing
on my logic, but on the me I’ve basically just foisted upon him. “Wait… that came out wrong.” I try to
backtrack. “Dominic, I didn’t mean that any of this is your fault –”
“You might not have meant it that way, but you weren’t wrong.” Sinir deres gutturally, his face a
full shade paler than it was a moment ago. “It is my fault – if I were a normal man, if I hadn’t forced you
into this situation, you probably wouldn’t have anyplications at all.”
“No.” I object, my voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t force me into this, Dominic. And there’s no way
to know whether any of this is connected. Mike destroyed my reproductive system and plenty of healthy
women develop this condition –”
“Maybe so,” He interrupts sharply, “but our situation certainly isn’t making things any better.” Sinir is
pacing now, resembling a tiger in a cage.
“Please don’t do this.” I beg, hupping on a sob. “Please don’t me yourself for this. You’re trying to
do the right thing for everyone here. Neither one of us nned this, neither one of us could have
prepared for what the world would throw at us thesest few months. I don’t me you, I just don’t
want things to get moreplicated than they have to be.”
At the sight, or perhaps scent, of my tears, Sinir detes, closing the final distance between us and
pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry.” He croons in my ear, stroking my spine and kissing my hair. “I’m
sorry, sweetheart. Here I am, supposed to be keeping you rxed and I’m making you cry.”
My feet are still on the ground, but I don’t want them to be. I begin mbering up the huge man like a
monkey climbing a tree, until my arms and legs are wrapped around him and I’m weeping into his neck.
“It’s not your fault.” I repeat pitifully. “I cry over everything now.”
“Shh,” He coos, sitting down on the edge of the bath. “It’s okay, you’re not going to break me with a few
tears, trouble.” He says this, but I can hear the pain in his voice, I can still see the horrible expression
on his face.
A steady purr takes up residence in his chest as he deftly strips off my clothes. He tries to deposit me
in the bath, but I won’t let go, afraid that he’ll leave if I release him. Instead he manages to pull off his
cks, shirt and boxers without dislodging me, before sinking into the tub with me still in his arms. I try
to protest about his back, but he just hushes me and continues submerging us in the hot water.
It’s quite some time before my tears slow enough to talk again, and I realize this isn’t even the first
breakdown I’ve had today. “I love this baby,” I murmur after a while, “but I’m getting really sick of crying
all the time.”
Sinir’s lips graze my temple. “I don’t think that’s his fault either. Maybe some of it –”
“The bacon.” I remind him, thinking of my most ridiculous fit yet.
“The bacon.” He agrees, sounding almost amused. “But not the rest. You have every reason to be
upset, E. I should have listened to you earlier, before you fainted. You tried to tell me this was all too
much and I was too preupied with romance to really consider how right you were. It’s exactly like
you said, I’m letting my feelings distract me from what’s really important, and that’s the campaign. And
it’s you and Rafe.”
“What are you saying?” I sniffle, fearing I know the answer, and unable to decide whether or not I hope
I’m right.
“I’m saying I think you were right. If Lydia is pregnant it might be for the best, and if she isn’t I should try
to find another she-wolf to be Luna after we get through the campaign.” Sinir proims, his deep
voice sounding hollow – almost as if it belongs to someone else.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.
Luckily I’m still curled around him like a baby sloth, so I hide my face in his shoulder to prevent him
from seeing my disappointment. I don’t understand it myself. I know this is the right decision, I know it’s
the most logical solution for our problems, and I don’t n on arguing it – but it still hurts. It still feels
like I’m being ripped apart from the inside out.
“Thank you.” I breathe, despite my breaking heart. “I’m trying really hard, but I don’t know if I can get
through another week like this one with my sanity intact.” I confess, recalling everything that’s
happened in such a short time: ckmail, Roger learning the truth, Lydia drugging Sinir, our fight,
the car crash, the hospital, now this. Has it really only been three days?
“Bed rest will help.” Sinir promises, “just you wait, in a week or so you’re going to be so bored you’ll
be wishing for another ckmailer just to shake up the monotony.”
I hup augh, and finally rx against him as my tears slow at longst.
Of course, after two weeks of bed rest, it’s not a ckmailer awaiting me – it’s a text from Lydia. There
are no words, only a photo, one disying the unmistakable image of a positive pregnancy test.