Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 150 - Flight Ella

"Ella, Ella wake up."

Sinclair’s urgent voice invades my dreams, just as the ground begins to tremble beneath my feet.

As I’m wrenched awake, I realize the ground wasn’t trembling at all, instead my sleeping body was being shaken by my mate.

Sinclair’s handsome face hovers above my own, his eyes glowing as his hand rests on my shoulder.

"Come on baby, we've got to go."

"I— what? What do you mean?" I mumble groggily.

"We're under attack, we have to go, sweetheart." Sinclair explains, pulling me up.

"There's no time to take anything with us, just get dressed."

"But I don’t understand, under attack from who?" I ask, feeling as though my mind is dragging.

When we went to bed tonight we’d been overjoyed with our victory at the press conference, thinking we were out of the woods at long last.

We made love and I passed out to the blissful sound of Sinclair’s contented purrs.

What he’s saying simply doesn’t make any sense.

"The Royal Army, I promise I'll explain everything later, but right now I need you to just do as I say."

He strides to the closet in a flash, returning with my warmest sweater and a pair of fleece lined leggings, as well as my coat and a pair of boots.

Clearly sensing that I’m too shocked and drowsy to keep up with the crisis threatening us, he dresses me with cool efficiency, only pausing to retrieve a pair of thick wool socks from the dresser before lacing up my boots.

Sinclair returns to the closet to dress himself while I sit on the edge of the bed in a daze, belatedly realizing he forgot to provide me with underwear.I open my mouth to tell him as much, but he simply scoops me up in his arms, "We'll buy you some once we're safe, trouble."

He promises, then sweeps me out of the room.

Sinclair carries me down to the mansion's basement level, surrounded by guards.

Hugo comes running up to us just before we enter an evacuation tunnel I didn’t know existed.

"I got word to Roger and your father.They’ll meet us there."

"Where's there?"

ask anxiously, my wolf reaching out to Sinclair’s to try to get a sense of

he’s not letting the good things shine through.I can’t get any sense of his feelings at all, feeling as though I’m reaching into an empty

"We're leaving the continent."

Sinclair informs me tightly.

the continent?" I repeat,

in my entire life, and the idea that Sinclair would be leaving his pack behind just doesn’t

to force us out of Moon Valley, why wouldn’t

are

we continue through the tunnel at

garage, and we pile into a

we speed out of the city, Sinclair is in constant communication with

have all been sorted out that he

and drags me into his lap, and I tuck

takes a deep breath,

losing his position pushed him over the edge.He’s deployed the royal army to lock down Moon Valley, and likely sent assassins to take out the betas of the other packs so they can’t coordinate against him as a shadow council.By this time tomorrow, he will have total

"Oh my Goddess."

in

was everything we'd been

left in the Valley

to

are picking her up on their way out of the

gently, purring to try and ease my

be okay, and she’ll

feel so grateful for my mate in this moment that I could kiss him, but he’s holding me too tightly to

kiss his neck and thank him profusely

I’m done showing my thanks, I’m able to turn my thoughts to the

what are we

to the hidden territories." Sinclair answers

his hands so full just trying to suppress the unrest his

are the hidden territories?" I ask, trying to imagine which points on the human maps might

Sinclair shares, confusing

to

"Only the ocean."

they’re hidden, trouble." Sinclair explains, pressing a few kisses

and were settled by wolves who were tired of having to keep their true natures secret - they wanted to live away from humans, so they formed a federation of shifter-only societies.Shifters have always had more advanced

airplanes and everything." I say, not entirely understanding

my whole life living with shifters right under my nose and never knew they existed, so I suppose it shouldn’t seem quite so