Accidental Surrogate

#Chapter 221 – Adoption

3rd Person ‘You can’t be serious.” James stared at Roger in shock, not believing his own ears.

“It’s just a possibility we have to consider.” The new Beta replied gently.” Trust me, no one wants it to be true.”

“Are you suggesting that I might have been responsible for bringing the wolves who attacked the Alpha’s convoy to this continent?” James clarified, wanting to know if the Alpha’s concerns about Damon hiding spies among the refugees was purely hypothetical, or based on something more.

“We don’t know anything for sure.” Roger replied carefully. “But you said yourself that it was only a matter of time before Damon’s forces found the meeting point on the coast. It’s gotten too big to remain hidden.”

“I did, but I was more concerned with increasing evacuations to try and save as many as we could before he brought the hammer down.” James answered, wondering if he was at fault somehow. He’d certainly never viewed the fleeing masses clamoring for a spot on his plane as a threat, he’d only ever wanted to help those in need. Moreover, he thought it was dangerous to start viewing them as a security risk. But when he considered it, truly thought back on the hundreds of flights which all seemed to blur together, he couldn’t say whether or not he may have missed something – or someone. “Have you checked the registration lists at the camp?

“For what exactly?” Roger inquired, rubbing his jaw. “A spy is hardly likely to write ’hail Damon’ on his entry forms.”

“Well almost all the refugees are women and children, the only men who are fleeing have families to protect.” James explained, thinking out loud.” The rest are staying behind to join the resistance. I can’t recall any single men boarding my flights, but if there are any registered at the camp, they would be my prime suspects.”

“And if the spies are women?” Roger countered, arching a brow.

“It’s not impossible, but when has Damon ever hired she-wolves as anything but sex workers?.” James shrugged, “Knowing him, he would laugh at the very idea of a woman spy.”

‘You may have a point there.” Roger conceded, making a mental note to review the registration records.

if the Beta would have the gall to

with ease. “How bad is it,

brow, “How are you

have to fly one I’ll be fine.” Roger reasoned,

‘Then come and see for yourself. I could tell you, but it wouldn’t be the same. And if

got yourself a copilot.” Roger accepted, “When do

door, no doubt thinking of his

Beta grinned. “A certain she-wolf with legs

only laughed, “Something

the beguiling she-wolf who watched over them. His eyes flew to her like a magnet, only drifting elsewhere when he realized her arms were empty for once. He quickly spotted a sweet bundle snoozing in a nearby crib and, heart swelling, he allowed his eyes to return to the willowy beauty at the

for once she didn’t look up to investigate the interloper. James knew she was already so accustomed to his scent and the children’s moods that she recognized him without looking. Still, she refused to look his

her blood. Silly mate, who does she think she’s fooling. His wolf purred in his ear, more than a little

time. James reminded him, reveling at how quickly and completely his spirits had rallied at the mere sight of her. Her heart sped up as he neared, and the steady beat in his own chest changed to match its melodic rhythm. “Hello Isabel.” He greeted her, not stopping until they

was so busy trying to cope with his sudden proximity that she wasn’t prepared to hear his deep voice as well. Her

her messy bun, and it trailed along the curve of her neck – tempting him. He caught

forward and kiss her, instead he simply let her feel his warm breath against her skin. “How’s our

of her turmoil over adopting Sadie, James hadn’t pushed Isabel to act on their chemistry. Sure, he wrangled the stubborn wolf into a cuddle every now and then, but when it came to true romance

his features as he laid eyes on the little girl. The infant was sound asleep with her arms and legs splayed wide, a peaceful expression on her tiny face. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her, even though Isabel’s sharp whisper attempted to halt him. “What are