Accidental Surrogate

A Private Chat Ella My face falls into stern, cold lines as I see my uncle step forward. He was invited to this party, of course, as part of the delegation – but honestly, after our stern message to the Atalaxians about how he was not welcome, I’m surprised that he was willing to attend.

I look up at Sinclair and follow his hard gaze towards his security team, which nods to him, assuring him that they fully vetted Xander, ensuring that he held no weapons or means of hurting us.

And considering that my mate is a weapon himself and could tear this man to pieces as easily as breathing, I suppose that there’s nothing to worry about either way. Still, I tighten my arms around my child and feel Sinclair bristle behind me, his hackles rising.

Inside me, my wolf has her teeth fully bared, snapping, eager to sink her teeth into this terrible man.

I don’t bother to calm her. Her rage is justified.

Perhaps sensing the effect he has on us, Xander smiles a little smugly and steps forward just one step, giving us a deep bow.

to offer you my congratulations on your ascension to the throne and the naming of your heir. It is…quite an accomplishment.” “Not without its obstacles, of course,” Sinclair says, a bit through his teeth. ” But yes, it is a wonderful day – though one darkened by your presence. I’ll ask you to leave now, Xander. You are not welcome

daughter,” Xander corrects, not bothering to be vicious with his words or to look at me, his eyes still on Rafe. “My focus rests on the male line.” Slowly, I

hisses, his eyes finally meeting mine, flinty and dark. “I am Atalaxian now.” “It does not matter to me,” I say, dismissive, and then – without really realizing what I’m doing – I access my gift.

as my gift touches him, as he feels it begin to work, to sweep through is

heal, merely seek. And I

not bother killing you. You’ll be dead soon.” “You have cursed me – ” “I didn’t need to,” I interrupt, my voice bored. “Now go away. We have celebrations to attend. I’ll tell Sarah and Jessica you said hello,” Xander stiffens at this, his eyes flashing as he looks between Sinclair and I. “My property – “he growls. “You will return them immediately – ” “People aren’t property, you horrible old fool.” Then I sigh and turn my eyes to Sinclair’s guards and nod. Instantly, they come forward and grab Xander by the arms, dragging him away. He

turn towards Sinclair, resting my head against his chest. “Are you

cause an international incident. I hope I did right there.” A little smile turns up his lips. “You did perfectly, Queen,” he says, running his knuckles down

with me,” I say, grimacing a

I say, smiling up at him. “The people need their King. We won’t keep them waiting.” He nods, proud of me, and I whisper again that I’ll only take a moment before heading directly for the balcony and the fresh air it promises. I hear footsteps behind me and look curiously over my shoulder, a smile lighting my face when I see that Sinclair has sent