The Alpha's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Angela Foxxe Page B
Authors: Angela Foxxe
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squeal. Silhouetted in the doorway, with her perfect hourglass figure, and long silky brown hair, was Cara, naked of course.
Reign tried hard not to be jealous of the women in the pack, but she was nine months pregnant; she saw herself as a walrus, who couldn’t see that? Cara, Skye, even Abbey, were a man’s idea of a wet dream. Add to that the wolves’ propensity for free love within the pack, and Reign found herself, on more than one occasion, questioning Richard’s fidelity.
Not that they were married, but she wanted to believe that she was the only one for him. With the baby’s due date rapidly approaching, her emotions were a roller coaster. Was she being hormonal, or was there something happening and no one was telling her?
Cara entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed. She moved carefully, as if afraid to startle the girl.
“It’s okay, Cara, just a bad dream.”
As Reign awoke, her feelings muted, and sense started to kick in, of course Richard had a past, and of course, she wasn’t his first. He told her he was not sleeping with anyone else and she believed him. Cara crawled into bed with her, a sleepy look in her eyes.
“Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll snuggle with you and keep you safe till you fall back asleep,” she said with a suppressed yawn.
“Sounds good to me.” Reign turned back over and pulled the down comforter up. Cara crawled in behind her and rested one hand on her thigh, and nuzzled the back of her neck. She let out a sigh of contentment, feeling safe in the wolf’s embrace.
“Cara?”
“Yes?” she answered, half asleep.
“What’s it like to become a wolf?”
Cara tensed, then relaxed her body.
“It’s not for everyone, now go back to sleep.”
She did, and she dreamed of running in the meadows and howling at the moon.
***
Richard hated crowds, and he hated flying, so airports were the perfect storm of annoyance to him. This one, Denver International, was particularly crowded. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and everyone was trying to get home before break was over, a terrible time to fly, but he had no choice.
He had made this trip to make sure his financial affairs were in order, and to check with his source in New York. Not for the first time in the last few months, did he question his judgment on his affair with Reign. She was so young, and vulnerable, yet there was a strength of spirit in her Richard had rarely met. If the blight had not happened, he would have offered her the family of the pack. Now, though, it was a death sentence.
It might be either way.
Richard received a letter from his source at the Lunar council. The Alphas were not happy. He made the trip to verify it face to face, and he was right. The Alphas had excluded him from their meeting, passing judgment on him and Reign without meeting her.
Their fear was justified, though. A long time before, longer than most of the wolves who were still around, several villages in France became aware of the existence of a pack near them. Because of the indiscretion of a newly turned wolf, fifty of them lost their lives. Burned at the stake until they were ashes. There was no regenerating that.
In his most somber moments, Richard could still smell the smoke. Feel Indigo’s hand on his shoulder, warning him. He could see her, bound, on the fire, looking right at him; he could hear her sweet voice telling him to let her go.
He and Sally had come to help the pack that was in trouble, but instead she joined the many who died. While Richard had loved since then, he had never loved as deeply or as completely as he had when he was with Sally McBride. That was – until now.
Reign captured his heart in a way no woman ever had, not even Sally. He was drawn like a moth to a flame, an apt analogy considering his current dilemma. There were two things he was sure of, he could not live
Reign tried hard not to be jealous of the women in the pack, but she was nine months pregnant; she saw herself as a walrus, who couldn’t see that? Cara, Skye, even Abbey, were a man’s idea of a wet dream. Add to that the wolves’ propensity for free love within the pack, and Reign found herself, on more than one occasion, questioning Richard’s fidelity.
Not that they were married, but she wanted to believe that she was the only one for him. With the baby’s due date rapidly approaching, her emotions were a roller coaster. Was she being hormonal, or was there something happening and no one was telling her?
Cara entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed. She moved carefully, as if afraid to startle the girl.
“It’s okay, Cara, just a bad dream.”
As Reign awoke, her feelings muted, and sense started to kick in, of course Richard had a past, and of course, she wasn’t his first. He told her he was not sleeping with anyone else and she believed him. Cara crawled into bed with her, a sleepy look in her eyes.
“Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll snuggle with you and keep you safe till you fall back asleep,” she said with a suppressed yawn.
“Sounds good to me.” Reign turned back over and pulled the down comforter up. Cara crawled in behind her and rested one hand on her thigh, and nuzzled the back of her neck. She let out a sigh of contentment, feeling safe in the wolf’s embrace.
“Cara?”
“Yes?” she answered, half asleep.
“What’s it like to become a wolf?”
Cara tensed, then relaxed her body.
“It’s not for everyone, now go back to sleep.”
She did, and she dreamed of running in the meadows and howling at the moon.
***
Richard hated crowds, and he hated flying, so airports were the perfect storm of annoyance to him. This one, Denver International, was particularly crowded. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and everyone was trying to get home before break was over, a terrible time to fly, but he had no choice.
He had made this trip to make sure his financial affairs were in order, and to check with his source in New York. Not for the first time in the last few months, did he question his judgment on his affair with Reign. She was so young, and vulnerable, yet there was a strength of spirit in her Richard had rarely met. If the blight had not happened, he would have offered her the family of the pack. Now, though, it was a death sentence.
It might be either way.
Richard received a letter from his source at the Lunar council. The Alphas were not happy. He made the trip to verify it face to face, and he was right. The Alphas had excluded him from their meeting, passing judgment on him and Reign without meeting her.
Their fear was justified, though. A long time before, longer than most of the wolves who were still around, several villages in France became aware of the existence of a pack near them. Because of the indiscretion of a newly turned wolf, fifty of them lost their lives. Burned at the stake until they were ashes. There was no regenerating that.
In his most somber moments, Richard could still smell the smoke. Feel Indigo’s hand on his shoulder, warning him. He could see her, bound, on the fire, looking right at him; he could hear her sweet voice telling him to let her go.
He and Sally had come to help the pack that was in trouble, but instead she joined the many who died. While Richard had loved since then, he had never loved as deeply or as completely as he had when he was with Sally McBride. That was – until now.
Reign captured his heart in a way no woman ever had, not even Sally. He was drawn like a moth to a flame, an apt analogy considering his current dilemma. There were two things he was sure of, he could not live
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