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?"

brow in response

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

to take a

he put out for my

to break your promises then I don’t see why

know he doesn’t need

made me vow to stay close to him, never go out of sight and tell him

so after everything we’ve been through,

realize that the best way to

"Ella—"

name as if it’s an

I suggest, cutting him

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

true, it seems the Vanarans are so comfortable and secure in their secret lands that they feel no danger

around so many strangers." Sinclair cautions, shaking his

a good

wolf doesn’t care for this one

possibility, she’s clawing at my skin,

Sinclair grips my nape, I said no,

defiantly, and my body shudders as

as I tremble, jerk and

and soon I’m sitting in front of him as my wolf, my dress

my mate, who stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval

up and brace my paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I was

swipe my tongue over his neck and nuzzle his chest with my

with me! I beg,

am not amused by

sounds

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

time that I nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha finally caves, his massive wolf

charge, and she only

on him the moment the shift is

energy is tinged with humor now, and

and play for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping his

wanted, trouble? He teases, mouthing my neck

to run! I whine, squirming under him but finding myself

Hmm, I don’t know.

here, your little paws in the

He informs me huskily.

what? Suffocate me? I

this heavy? Sinclair doesn’t budge one bit from my efforts, but he does release my neck and shift his weight so he can investigate my belly with his

Look at this tummy.