Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 116

Ella

Hugo, Sinclair and I are all staring at the television with wide eyes and slack jaws,

unable to process the images flitting across the screen. It seems like every time we

manage to take a few steps forward, Lydia and the Prince find a way to send us

reeling back – and this is no exception.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Hugo expresses, obviously overwhelmed. “Why would

he risk losing the pack’s sympathy by parading around another Woman so soon after

his wife’s death?”

“Trust me, Hugo – Damon isn’t the one calling the shots here. This is all Lydia.”

Sinclair states gruffly. “She’s going to force her way onto the throne one way or

another. Right now she’s playing the doting friend, but mark my words, by the time the

election ends she’ll be in his bed.”

“How bad is this?’ I ask, looking up at Sinclair’s handsome face, “Does she have

information that could hurt you?”

Sinclair Squeezes my shoulders, “She knows some secrets.” He relates, “but luckily

nothing I could imagine as a smoking gun. In fact most of what she knows would be

more harmful to the Prince things like my father’s attack, Things the public believes

were accidents but our private investigators proved malicious.” His mouth flattens into

a hard line. “The real danger is that she knows how we think, how we operate. Not to

mention that the Prince doesn’t have more than two brain cells to rub together, but

Lydia has plenty.”

“So what do we do?” I ask anxiously, my head replaying the news reel over and over

again. “My bed rest isn’t common knowledge, and they’re making it sound like my

absence from the public eye is suspicious. Do we tell everyone about my condition?

Or do we make an appearance?”

“I’m afraid making an appearance might play right into their hands. This could be

some sort of attempt to lure us out of hiding.” Hugo advises, looking very grim indeed.

In the distance I hear the front door open and close – a fact which comes as quite a

surprise, since my hearing has never been so sharp before.

Wheels roll over the door jam, and then Henry’s voice floats up toward us, “Good

Morning!”

“Henry!” I exclaim, both taken aback yet unsurprised we stayed in bed so long.

Sinclair’s father has been coming over almost every day since we agreed to be

invalids together, and he’s been an invaluable help, since I learned my true identity.

some loungewear and disappear into the restroom to change. I

ingrained

definitely not changing

is also dressed, though much more formally than

downstairs together, Sinclair carrying me despite my

every day, but it isn’t enough to

yet. We all gather around the

low, serious voices, and me feeling like an

can’t begin to understand. It’s not that they exclude me, I

of my depth.

Ella?” Sinclair asks, turning

more

respond to

lower lip thoughtfully, trying to

the nervous habit. Releasing my swollen

what happened with Lydia’s husband?I mean the

some other Alpha, right?” I clarify.

he doesn’t want her anymore, it must

her to be gallivanting around another territory

point.” Henry praises, maintaining

not giving out false

the wrong

of trying to understand their motivations, we can

respond without

sort of countermove

might be able to spin ourselves out of the hot seat and refocus

them – where

and distract the pack by rustling up her husband and

approvingly. “Good idea,

my hand in support, but when I

think it’s the best hope we have,

entire situation

Hugo scoffs, “You

you this is all fucked six ways to

I feel

bothering me and I just can’t put

on it.”

beginning that Princess Angeline’s death

political scheme.”

Prince is too unimaginative to have orchestrated.”

and then he clenches

a fist and swearing up a

isn’t too unimaginative?” Sinclair growls,

faces.

supplies easily. “And while Prince

he’s not the type to

Lydia wouldn’t have any reservations about getting the

of the way.”

you are?” I gape, both

to believe my

it seems, what other explanation do we

and pacing back and forth behind the dining table. “If the Prince had lost

wouldn’t question it. And if there was some

case for

Damon. But poison? That’s

scheme you

her death and spun the details in a way that benefitted the campaign

Damon looking sympathetic.”

it

it was planned, then

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