Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

“Bed rest?” I repeat, glancing nervously at Sinclair. “You mean until the baby comes?”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything quite that extreme yet.” The doctor replies with a kind smile, “For now let’s start with a few weeks. Beyond that we can take it as it comes.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Sinclair inquires, his large body looming over me. His heat, which sometimes reminds me too much of a blazing furnace when we’re curled in bed together, is a welcome balm now, washing over me in a tide of cozy comfort. “She can’t get out of bed at all?”

“No, it’s not that severe.” The doctor assures us. “Ella can get up to go to the restroom, or move around to switch positions. She can take two short walks every day - one in the morning, one in the evening but no more than twenty minutes and if you find yourself getting tired or overwhelmed before then, you need to stop. Absolutely no stairs or physical exertion though, and no standing for more than twenty minutes at a time – for any reason.”

My heart sinks, and I try not to let my disappointment show. It’s not the end of the world after all, it just means I’m going to be a bit bored. “Do I have to be completely on my back, or is sitting up okay?”

“Choose whatever position is most comfortable for you.” He continues, looking back and forth between us. “More importantly, no stress whether you’re in bed, on the couch, or wherever you choose. That means no campaign events, no excitement.”

“And if she does get excited, despite our efforts?” Sinclair inquires, an odd note in his voice.

“I’m going to send you home with some sedatives in case of emergencies, and while I would advise you keep sexual activity to a minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to indulge it than to resist – just remind your wolf to be gentle with her.”

I blink. Who said anything about sex? Is that what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand the nuance? How is that not physical exertion?

you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The

last time I had one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to get some relief from the

nice to have one you didn’t give yourself. The

he’d never seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed

way with Sinclair. My conscience intimates, sparking memories of the few times we’ve gotten carried away – when I’ve had glimpses of the pleasure he could give me if I would only succumb to his charms. His words the day of the ball – after the incident, as I’ve decided to call it – ring in my mind: Now, would you like me to make you feel

he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort yes, but also to hide my blushing features. Sinclair purrs softly, still

Can I take her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if I’m the injured party here, rather than him.

in much worse condition than I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should be asking your doctors, not

OB, who smiles warmly, “she’s free to go as soon as I write this prescription. I’ll come and check on her the day after tomorrow, but call

fine, ignore me, talk about me like I’m not here.” I grumble. “That will keep me

Ella, you’re in good hands.” The doctor replies, completely unphased by my petulant words. “I’ll see

I’m so surprised by the gesture, that I barely notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not even kissing me

I murmur, holding him as tightly as I can so that he knows I’m asking out of concern, not some desire to be released. It’s only when I feel the bandages beneath his shirt that I remember his wounds, but as soon as I try to take my arms away,

my neck, only high enough to speak into my ear. “Today was horrible.” He says, his voice like gravel, “every last minute

I answer softly. “And so is the baby – this

ago. “You shouldn’t have to worry about this on top of everything else…