Chapter 213


    Chapter 213 – Uncooperative Alpha


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    After we make our amends, the doctor makes short work of his scans and treatments, even the terrible


    injections into Sinir’s bones. Before long, my mate looks a thousand times better than he had when


    he arrived, and I’m still marveling at the Vanaran’s state of the art medicines. The physician checks the


    goose egg on the back of my head and takes my vitals, but Sinir is so exhausted that he falls asleep


    right there in myp. Philippe and Roger move to pick him up, but I beg them not to disturb him.


    Instead I wave them away so we can be alone, and Henry promises to have some food sent up to us.


    Once the crowds are gone, there’s only my pup to wrangle. Now that things have calmed down again,


    he’s eager to take up his game with Sinir again, kicking his tiny foot against the wall of my uterus,


    just on the other side of Sinir’s cheek. Easy now, munchkin. I say through our bond.


    Daddy needs to sleep.


    I feel a wave of drowsiness from my womb, and send my support for the idea of a nap. That’s it, rest


    together, angel. Soon both of my boys are quiet, and I’m free to gaze down at Sinir and marvel at his


    beauty and strength, even in slumber.


    As overjoyed as I am, my heart also aches for my mate. Sinir might not have said it or let me feel


    more than a hint of his grief, but I know he’s going to need as much support as I can give him after


    losing his Beta and friends. Part of me is still frustrated that the other alphas turned the focus onto me,


    though I understand they were doing what Sinir preferred. He would never have been able to rx


    unless he knew the truth of my situation and appreciate that they helped him do that. But he’s going to


    need me when he wakes – even if it’s only to help him feel in control. I can’t let him be distracted by my


    needs.


    I run featherlight fingers over his stubbly jaw as he dozes, wondering if any she-wolf has ever loved her


    mate more than I love this man. What would I do without you, Dominic? I think reverently. I might be


    able to survive losing you, but I wouldn’t want to. There will never be anyone for me but you.


    Not for the first time, I wish I could fantasize about our future without worrying about the war ahead. But


    it looms toorge in my consciousness to overlook, and a new determination takes hold in my heart.


    We have to get through this. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure our family stays whole and


    ovees the battles ahead. I fall asleep stroking his hair and pondering the daunting possibilities, so


    happy to be reunited with him that I don’t even feel my exhaustion until it has pulled me under.


    I wake a whileter, to the sensation of a gentle finger tracing the bridge of my nose. When myshes


    part I find Sinir gazing lovingly down at me, his emerald eyes like liquid in the dusky evening light.


    “I’m sorry to wake you, baby. I just thought you might like to have a bath with me?”


    I’m still very drowsy, but as soon as the words are out of his mouth, I realize how disgusting I feel. With


    four days of umted dirt on my skin, I’m amazed I don’t spell like hot garbage. I nod sleepily, and


    before I can say a word to stop him, he scoops me up into his arms. As he carries me to the bathroom,


    I notice an abundance of room service cloches waiting on the table, and my stomach growls loudly in


    protest. Sinir chuckles. “Don’t worry trouble, I’ll bring you some snacks.” 2


    He’s as good as his word, depositing me in the swirling bubbles and delivering a te full of my favorite


    dishes to the wide rim of the tub. The gears of my mind are turning much too slowly, but I spy a bacon-


    wrapped fig and can’t focus on anything else until it’s in my mouth. Gradually I realize that the te


    only bears enough for one, and none of the delicacies are Sinir’s preferences. “What about you?”


    “Are you worrying about me, little wolf?” Sinir asks, a knowing look in his eye.


    “You need to eat even more than I do, and I know your father didn’t only send my favorites.” I answer,


    trying to look imposing so that he’ll take me seriously. Of course, this is difficult when I’m still only half


    awake.


    Sinir kneels down in front of me, his mouth quirking upwards, “To be honest, I was so starving that I


    ate before I woke you.”


    “Oh.” I breathe, disappointed but struggling to remember why I should feel this way.


    Sinir chuckles, “don’t look so sad, in fact you should be d you missed it – have you ever seen the


    appetite of a wolf who’s been running for four days straight? It isn’t pretty.” He rumbles “I had to take a


    shower just to wash off the culinary carnage.”


    I giggle half-heartedly, my thoughts finally clicking into ce. “I’m not sad,” I correct him. “But I am


    worried about you, and I want to help you.”


    “You are helping me.” Sinir replies, sinking into the steaming water and pulling me into his arms with


    a low rumble.


    “How?” I demand, “by letting you carry me around and pampering me?”


    “I happen to like doing those things.” He answers, kissing my neck.” Besides, this way my hands are


    free.”


    “Oh, going to grope me while I eat?” I inquire saucily, reaching for the te.


    “No, actually I thought I’d feed you.” Sinir corrects me, intercepting my hand. A momentter he


    dangles a second fig over my head, tempting me terribly. It smells absolutely divine, and as much as I’d


    like to resist, my stomach is growling demands again. It seems my first bite woke a monster, and now


    I’m ravenous. I close my lips around the morsel, nipping Sinirs fingers for good measure. Just you


    wait, Mr. I say through our bond, trying to smother a delighted moan as the vors explode over my


    tongue. As soon as I’m full these tables are turning and you’re going to let me indulge you.


    Is that so? Sinir counters, arching one dark brow in warning. Clearly I’ve been gone too long, if


    you’re already so eager to challenge me.


    Not challenge you, just make you prioritize yourself instead of me. I rify, taking a bite of the


    sumptuous tart my mate is currently holding to my lips.


    He chuckles, offering me the tart again. I lean forward to ept it, but just as I’m poised to take


    another bite, Sinir reces it with his lips. Silly mate, don’t you know that’s one in the same.


    I whimper as he devours me, suddenly wondering why I’m so determined to argue when this incredible


    man is intent on wining and dining me. A momentter, I realize his own wolf is silently putting these


    very suggestions in my head, and I wrench myself away from him. ‘That’s cheating.” I use,


    narrowing my eyes at the sly wolf.


    “I know.” He sympathizes, catching my nape and pulling my mouth back to his, “I’m a bad, bad man.”


    For a few delicious moment, I let him kiss me senseless, heat pooling in my core as my wolf grows


    increasingly eager to reunite with her mate in the most intimate and sacred manner.


    Eventually I return to my senses and wrench myself away. “Dominic!” Iin, pushing my lips into a


    pout and crossing my arms over my breasts.


    Sinir shes his fangs, his hungry gaze glued to my mouth. “You better put that pout away unless


    you want to get bitten, gorgeous.”


    I purse my lips, glowering, but when I try to speak he presses more food onto me, and I have no choice


    but to ept the offering. I moan as a delectable, warm mouthful of rare steak rolls over my tastebuds,


    and myshes fall shut as I swallow the bite. When they part again, I find my mate waiting with another


    bite, but I don’t trust that he’ll actually feed me rather than stealing another kiss. When Sinir sees my


    uncertainty, he purrs with satisfaction, and I realize he intended on throwing me off bnce in precisely


    this way.


    The uncooperative Alpha doesn’t seem to care that I only want to take care of him, he’s enjoying


    teasing me, overturning all my bestid ns. At a loss, I try to scramble off of hisp, but his arms


    lock around me, “And just where do you think you’re going?” He rumbles ominously, eyes glowing.


    I squirm helplessly, unable to decide whether I’m hungry, turned on, or angry with my mate. I re up


    at him, and the fire in his eyes sparks hotter. Stop fighting me, little wolf. My mate’s inner animal


    speaks directly through our bond, reaching out to my own wolf, calling to her instincts. This is what I


    need. I know you want to take care of me, this is me telling you how you can. Just let go, and trust me.


    My body goes still, and my lips part on another silent gasp. Suddenly I feel like a fool – his yful


    behavior wasn’t teasing at all, it was simply Sinir showing me what he needed from me, and I’ve


    been too preupied trying to give him what I thought he should have, rather than listening. He


    doesn’t need cuddling and pampering. He needs to feel in control, because everything is spinning out


    of control – only I can give him that.


    ‘There.” He croons, taking me cheek in his hand, “now you see.”


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    I nod, leaning into him for another kiss. Instead he ces more steak on my tongue, shaking his head


    with that same ravenous expression. His message is clear: he makes the rules, and I hang on for the


    ride.