Accidental Surrogate

#Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms.

“Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “ How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups– my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

‘You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

‘The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. ”

That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

you really?” He inquires, a teasing note

arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never

intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might be some in your rooms, and even if there aren’t, I might be

if we’re able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time – I’m

note of amusement

logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. ‘The point is that I can’t

can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who know

whisper, my

The worst part is that he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about my secrets,

do you know all this?” I

supposed to function as each other’s backup in

any passages in my room?” I ask nervously,

be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can

blinking up at him

that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very strong trump card as long as

he doesn’t?” I press, seeing far too many ways for this situation to go wrong. Sinclair drops a quick succession of kisses to my cheek. ” You’re just determined to poke holes aren’t you? If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then leave some sort of hint for us in your room – draw the curtains closed and

know that I managed to get out?” I object, trying

accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re

I share, “and there are yellow flowers

be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was –

he can be so calm about all this. Our very lives are on the