Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 383-Cora’s Decision Ella

“What?” Cora asks, laughing a little as if it’s a ridiculous notion. “What on earth could I have to pick and choose from?”

“Let’s back up a little,” Roger says, tugging her into the room and gesturing

towards one of the chairs around the table. As she settles herself into a seat Sinclair pulls over the little armchair that I’ve been using when I feed Rafe, and I

murmur my thanks to him as I settle down in it. As Roger begins, Sinclair swiftly hands me all of the things I need to feed Rafe – a burp cloth, a little blanket to throw over my shoulder, etc. – and I smile to myself at his consideration in anticipating my needs without me having to ask. My Alpha is a warrior, but he’s also a sweetheart. And I’m grateful for him every day. Everyone waits for me to get settled, but then once Rafe is happily eating

Henry begins.

“We discovered,” Henry begins, his eyes moving between me and Cora, that

Xander has fled east to Adalaxia.”

“Shit,” Cora sighs, slumping down in her chair. My emotions match hers. We

knew that Xander was on the run we’d largely decimated any of his that martial

forces in taking out his priests. But our great fear was that in the time it took us to regroup, that he’d leave the country and find allies who might help him. And it looks, now, like he did precisely that.

“Is Adalaxia…a good place for him to go?” I don’t know a lot about the

neighboring kingdom, especially as I was raised as a human and hadn’t known

that overlying the map of the human world there was a hidden world of wolf

kingdoms with its own wars and politics. Of course, ever since Damon broke the

secret of the of the wolves to the human world those maps have increasingly

combined to become one, but still – what I don’t know about wolf politics could

probably fill its own book.

Which, considering that I’ll likely soon be Queen, is…unfortunate. But I force

myself to pay attention to Henry’s answer.

“Adalaxia is a notoriously ruthless wolf nation,” he sighs. “They stick even more

strictly to what they perceive as the traditions of wolf kind even more than we

do. In comparison to them we are…ridiculously liberal.”

“What does that mean?” Cora asks, crossing her arms over her chest, her face

worried and confused.

“It means,” Roger explains, “that Xander has likely found allies with a group who

would not be on board with our own nation’s current policy, which is that wolves

and humans are equal and deserve to be treated with the same respect. They

he continues, hesitating now

not like the fact that we’re having this conversation with our

Adalaxians, women are…”

finishes for him.

property.”

” Seriously?

in time

a bad way to think of it,” Roger says, tilting his

there are not taught to read or write, they have

and stay strictly within their homes. It is…not great, in terms

rights.”

Cora says, her face clearly displaying her disgust.

Xander would go there, considering how he tried to use

broodmare.”

along with

They’re likely to respect Rafe’s

not as my son. And, as such, would

the role of regent as…

ridiculous,” I say, sighing as I look down at my baby,

around whom

to place a

to get there so fast. This would all be

if we had caught him at the border, had been able to prosecute him

to go through a foreign government

we just…demand that they give him back? Extradition,

whatever?”

replies, looking seriously down at me.

currently, I am not.”

second, confused, and then

going wide. Because while all

our country have been disposed

my mate will take

yet. Which means, technically, that

would allow him

do it?” Cora says, sitting up straight

“Can we do like… some kind

you and get you on a throne

the idea of this, but there’s

all know the answer. “It’s

I have to claim

ratified by the governors. It’s…all a bunch of bureaucratic

of bureaucratic nonsense that the Atalaxians don’t

In their country, I’d have been king the moment I

a little, rueful. “That’s what we get for

say in their lives. It’s a better process – but it takes

I say, looking up at him.

says, nodding down at me. “But this

Cora,” he says, shifting his gaze