Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 161 Approaching Sinclair

Ella

When we return to the palace I go straight upstairs to the office Sinclair has been using as his war room. Of course, there was a war room in his mansion back home too, but that one had been for the campaign, this one is only too literal.

When I walk into the tense space, I find my mate standing over a large diorama of the continent,a to-scale model of the territories, terrain and cities of our homeland. Tiny figures are scattered throughout the lifelike reproduction, forming armies, groups of civilians, rogues and refugees. A group of warriors surround the table supporting the miniature world, listening as Hugo delivers the evenings brief.

“Our spies report that despite their alliances during the campaign, Damon's armies have now turned against rogue forces in the neutral territories. Apparently his conquest of the united packs is complete enough that he's able to turn his attention to other threats, and he’s not hesitating to do just that.” Hugo explains. “

Any resistance in the packs has gone underground because of his severe crackdown, and more and more shifters are attempting to escape. These are mostly those who have reason to fear the Prince due to their politics or status in the pack, but others flee for no other reason than the loss of their homes and loved ones. The people recognize that any future under Damon’s rule is bound to be bleak, so they're leaving instead.”

“I can’t believe he’s done so much in so little time.” One of the warriors pipes up. I recognize the man as Sinclair’s third now that Gabriel is gone, but I can't quite recall his name. Philip? Phelan? Phineas?

“To your point, Philippe, Damon has moved very quickly. He hasn’t just gone after the Alpha council and their betas, he’s been taking out the elders in each pack as well, plus any wolves that might be strong enough to make a claim for Alpha. He’s eliminated any and all competition, created a power vacuum everywhere but on the throne. It’s nothing new in terms of authoritarianism, but it’s damned effective.”

“Do we know if any of the elders have survived?” Sinclair inquires, his handsome face twisted into a grimace.

“If they have then they’re in hiding or attempting to escape.”

gone radio silent out of

“Even if we can dredge up some alliances in

a pang of deep sympathy for my mate, one I apparently sent through the bond, because no sooner have I processed the feeling than Sinclair’s head jerks towards the door, eyes searching. I realize he was so focused on the task at hand that he didn’t even realize we’d entered, and I try not to feel a sting of hurt. How can I possibly blame him for being preoccupied with

directly across from us,

my place among Sinclair’s priorities disappears when the meeting comes to a stand still for our exchange, and the next thing I know his fierce gaze is ordering the men in front of me to move so I might pass. I slip between them and try not to blush under the scrutiny of so many wolfish eyes, melting into Sinclairs side as he tucks me under his

my face up to kiss me senseless, does the meeting continue. I’m a bit surprised that my overprotective mate is allowing me to be part of such a stressful and disturbing briefing, but I’m also grateful. I need

the details I learned didn’t weigh on me terribly, but soon enough Sinclair is leading me back to our forest suite, and it’s all I can do to hold my tongue until we’re alone. I have so much to tell him about my visit with the refugees,

and slams his mouth to mine with an urgency that

gallivanting around Vanara and left me here all by my lonesome. I reply saucily, nipping his lower lip with

and pressing me into his hardness, letting me feel how badly he needs me through physical exertion, as well as our bond. Careful little wolf, He warns. If I didn’t know any better I'd think

dream of it. I answer, earning an indulgent chuckle from

while ago I planned on convincing Sinclair to visit the refugees before climbing into my nest for a late afternoon nap, now those things are the farthest things from my

more badly than I do. He strips off my clothes right there in the entrance of our rooms, then lifts me into his

his cock and driving himself deep. He takes me without restraint, fisting his hand in my long hair as he

I cry out when he sinks his fangs in, cresting a wave of pleasure from nothing more than his possession. When he spills himself inside me moments later, I find

taste my own blood on his tongue, and I’m surprised to find it strangely erotic. Breathing heavily, Sinclair pulls me from the wall and carries me to my nest,

I tell him with a sated smile.

purrs, stroking my hair as he lies back onto