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

how dangerous unfamiliar territories can be? Especially

to take a

for my

break your promises then I

doesn’t

close to him,

just being cautious — and rightly so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises

wolf is naturally responding to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell, is to

"Ella—"

warns, using my name as if it’s an

should shift." I suggest, cutting

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

secure in their secret lands that they feel no danger shifting in

wolf is too inexperienced to be around so many strangers." Sinclair

not a

care for this

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

yes, yes! Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape, I said

sings defiantly, and my body shudders as the painful shift

Sinclair shields me as I tremble, jerk and whimper

him as my wolf, my dress

my mate, who stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off of him

and brace my paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I was tall enough to lick the frown

and nuzzle his chest with my snout, Come on,

with me! I beg, Please, please,

not amused

voice sounds

him, I jump down and bound around his legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading over and

the stoic Alpha finally caves, his

is in charge, and she only wants to

cries, pouncing on him the moment the shift

is tinged with humor now, and

he pins me beneath him, plopping

you wanted, trouble? He teases, mouthing my

run! I whine,

Hmm, I don’t know.

of like having you right here, your little paws

He informs me huskily.

me? I complain, trying to dislodge

efforts, but he does release my neck and shift his weight so he can investigate my

Look at this tummy.