Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 156 - Sightseeing Ella

The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet.

Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen.

The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduce us.

It’s all so easy and peaceful, no lies, no secrets, just wolves living openly together in harmony.

Watching Gabriel, I see a leader who is strong but compassionate, ruthless but open-minded.

He’s intelligent and has as much raw power as my own mate, though he lacks Sinclair’s dangerous edge.

I expect Gabriel would be quite deadly if pushed, but he’s much more easy going than my own brooding Alpha.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution.

Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare.

In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world n.ovelebook could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

Maybe it’s naive to think a traumatized society could recover completely and achieve this sort of easy comfort...After all it’s not like Sinclair could simply snap his fingers and undo all the suffering caused by his predecessor.

No, if we can win this war we’ll have a monumental task ahead of us in terms of healing and rebuilding the united packs, and earning the trust of an oppressed people.

But I believe that if anyone can achieve this goal, it’s Sinclair.

I turn to look up at the man in question, so inspired by this vision that I want to share my hope with him.

However when I see his face he looks a million miles away.

His granite jaw is clenched and his gaze is hawkishly scanning our surroundings.

He manages to smile and greet the various people we meet, but his grip on my waist never loosens, and he never loses the hardness in his eyes.

I lean into his side as a cool breeze flutters through the square, carrying the scent of rain.

"What good is coming out if you’re not going to actually be present?"

I inquire, poking his muscular chest.

The huge Alphe looks down at me with dry amusement, closing his powerful hand around my offending finger.

"I said I would come along, I didn’t promise to forget my worries."

"That's cheating." I inform him, narrowing my eyes to a scowl.

"Is it now?"

his brow in response to my

the one who pointed out how dangerous unfamiliar territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves too clever and

agreed to

he put out for my wolf, and laying a

to break your promises then I don’t

he doesn’t need

vow to stay close to him, never go out of sight and tell him the moment I sensed

so after everything we’ve been through, but now those

I realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell, is

"Ella—"

name as

shift." I suggest, cutting him

here are in their wolf form." I say, gesturing to the people custling

it seems the Vanarans are so comfortable and secure in their secret lands that

inexperienced to be around so many strangers."

not a good

doesn’t care

made shifting a possibility, she’s clawing at my skin, begging

yes, yes! Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape, I said no,

My wolf sings defiantly, and my

Sinclair shields me as I tremble, jerk

in front of him as my wolf, my dress in

tail as I look up at my mate, who stands their

rock-hard abs, wishing I was tall

his neck and nuzzle

I beg, Please, please,

amused

voice sounds in

bound around his legs, nudging him

nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha

in charge, and she only wants to

him the moment the shift is

foreboding energy is tinged with humor now,

play for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping his heavy body down

you wanted, trouble? He teases,

whine, squirming under him

Hmm, I don’t know.

having you right here, your little paws

He informs me huskily.

do what? Suffocate me? I complain, trying to dislodge his enormous

anyone be this heavy? Sinclair doesn’t budge one bit from my efforts, but he does release my neck

Look at this tummy.