Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 120

Chapter 120 – Sinclair Walks Out

Ella

When my panic attack finally eases and I can breathe again, I peek up at Sinclair, tears burning in my

eyes. “I’m sorry.” I murmur weakly, hating that my stupid brain ruined our moment.

“Why the hell are you apologizing?” Sinclair counters, still petting me. He hadn’t let me go even once

as I weathered the storm of anxiety and despair, only pulling the pillows and blankets of my nest closer

so I would feel secure.

“Because I screwed everything up.” I explain thickly. “I was supposed to be helping you and I fell apart

at a mere suggestion.” Shame is coursing through my veins, not because of the panic itself, but

because of what it might mean: that I’m too fragile, too broken, to be Sinclair’s Luna.

“Ella, don’t be silly.” He replies, and though I understand he didn’t mean to dismiss my feelings, the

words still sting. Sinclair opens his mouth to continue, undoubtedly with some trite placation about how

‘these things happen’ or similar, but I cut him off.

”I’m not being silly!” I insist with exasperation. “What good am I as a mate if I can’t even be there for

you when you need me? I get to lie around all day doing nothing while you’re out saving the world. You

are constantly taking care of me on top of all your other worries, and I never give you anything in

return. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to comfort me when you’re the one who needs to decompress!”

I burst, throwing up my hands. “All this time we’ve been convinced that I can’t be your Luna because

I’m human, but we never even considered that I might not be up to the task, even as a wolf.” My voice

is shaking with fresh tears, and I can’t look at Sinclair as I continue, “But now… what more evidence do

we need?”

Sinclair doesn’t make a sound, and when I look at him, he’s positively fuming. His heavy breathing and

black expression tell me he’s barely holding onto his temper, and the hands which were caressing me

mere moments ago are now stationary and stiff. I watch as he struggles to quell his anger, even though

I’m not sure what I said to infuriate him this way. After a second he shakes his head, apparently

surrendering the battle. “I need a minute, Ella.” He finally growls, “I need to go for a run, but I don’t want

to leave you unless you’re alright.”

“Stop it!” I burst, my voice cracking. I’m out of the bed in a heartbeat, pacing back and forth in front of

the bed. “This is exactly what I’m talking about! Stop protecting me from reality. If you’re angry with me,

then be angry! Let me deal with the consequences of my weakness!”

Sinclair leaps out of the nest, stalking forward with white-knuckled fists. “I’m not going to yell at you

when you’ve just had a panic attack, Ella. If you want to be upset with me, fine, but I need to let my wolf

out and run off this temper.” He turns and charges for the door, bypa*sing me completely. Then, at the

last moment, he turns back, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “And for the record, this isn’t special

treatment.” He rumbles angrily, “I don’t believe in arguing or taking action when I’m out of control this

way. If you need anything while I’m gone, just ask the guards.”

With that, Sinclair disappears, and I can hear his wolf racing away down the hall. For a while I simply

stand there, staring after him. I’m shaking again, and I’m trying my best not to dissolve into a fresh bout

of weeping. I consider calling Cora, but I remember the way she accused me of selfishly unloading my

problems onto her, and I refrain.

My wolf is pacing anxiously in my head, whimpering like a pup and feeling just as raw as I am – if more

feral. She’s begging me to do something, to fix this, but I don’t know how. I might have felt terrible for

falling apart when I was supposed to be soothing Sinclair, but my wolf seems much more distraught

about Sinclair’s anger.

We should go after him! She begs. I can’t stand it, we have to fix this.

We can’t. I grumble in reply. Even if I wasn’t on bedrest and it was perfectly safe, we’ll never be able to

catch up with him. Besides, he’ll only be angrier if we leave the house.

She whimpers in understanding, though she’s still beside herself. I climb back into bed, curling into a

little ball and pulling the blankets over my head. I haven’t felt this way before, though Sinclair has

certainly been angry with me in the past. Hey, I ask my wolf after some thought. Why weren’t you this

upset when he accused me of being a gold digger, or when he spanked me or dragged me out of

Cora’s?

All those times were different. She argues. I was barely awake in the beginning, and when he’s been

angry in the past it’s been protective. This is the first time he’s really been hostile … and the first time

he’s walked out. What if he doesn’t come back?

Of course he’ll come back. I a*sure her, but there’s a small part of me that fears the exact same thing.

Logically I know he has to come back, even if he only returns to end our relationship – after all, he lives

here. But somewhere deep down inside of me there’s a frightened orphan who imagines I’ll never see

him again.

But what if he decides we’re not worth the trouble, and simply takes off for greener pastures? My wolf

presses.

You’re being ridiculous! I shout at her. His entire life is here. His pack is here. He has too much integrity

to abandon his duty that way.

But what if? She digs in her paws. It wouldn’t be the first time. He told us no wolf would ever willingly

abandon their pup, especially with humans – but our parents did. Something must be seriously wrong

with us – what if he’s finally figured it out too? What if this was the last straw?

“Stop it!” I cry aloud, clamping my hands over my ears, even though her voice is inside my head. “Stop

it, stop it, stop it!”

A sob wrenches from my chest, and the more time that pa*ses, the more convinced I am that she’s

right. I almost feel as though I’ve left my body and am watching all this take place. I’ve had out of body

experiences before, so I know that this isn’t what’s happening, but still – I’m both conscious of how

irrational I’m being, but unable to do a thing to stop myself from spiraling deeper into my fears and

insecurities.

When I finally hear Sinclair’s footsteps climbing the stairs, the violent fist clenched around my heart

starts to relax, but only just. If he’s back it must be to end things. My wolf wails. I want to shush her, but

instead I focus on trying to look as though I haven’t just spent the better part of two hours crying like a

baby. I whip the blankets off and straighten my body, dragging my fingers through my hair and wiping

the accumulated salt from my eyelashes.

So when the door opens and Sinclair walks in, still naked but considerably dirtier than he was when he

left, I’m sitting up in bed pretending to read a book. I look up at him, cursing my lower lip for trembling.

He certainly looks calmer now, but there’s an undeniable tightness around his eyes as he looks me

over. He comes over and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, but my wolf sees the dirt on his golden

skin and a growl surfaces in my chest. Seeming to understand that he’s not allowed to sully my nest,

Sinclair reaches his hand towards me, “come take a bath with me.”

I glance at his muddy feet skeptically, and he sighs. “I’ll rinse off in the shower first.”

“Then why not just shower?” I suggest, not wanting to put myself in a situation where I have to feel his

body against mine as he breaks my heart.

“Because I want to have a bath with you.” Sinclair answers gruffly, “and I can tell you’re still upset. We

could both use it.”

“Can we just get this over with?” I huff, wrapping my arms around myself to hide my trembling. “There’s

no reason to draw it out, Dominic. Just tell me what you decided.”

His face crumples into a grimace, “Decided about what?”

“Whether or not you’re going to keep me!” I exclaim, knowing that I’m completely failing in my attempt

to seem calm and collected.

Just like that, Sinclair’s face closes off, and my heart sinks. Oh Goddess, I was right! My wolf howls

mournfully. However instead of agreeing to my request, Sinclair glares and issues a single command,

“Bath. Now.”