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.

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

wanted a chance to see the child I arranged to bring into the world. He is…as handsome a specimen as I hoped he would be.” “But no desire to see me, or acknowledge my presence?” I snap, riled despite myself. “Your own blood? Your brother’s child?” “My brother’s 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 turn and pass my child to his father, who takes him willingly. Then I take two steps forward, interposing myself between myself and Rafe so that Xander

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 –

gift touches him, as he feels it begin to work,

merely seek. And I see…all of

you wouldn’t have lived long enough to enjoy any real time on your throne.” “Lies,” Xander hisses, taking a frightened step from me. “You are a witch – like all women -” “Enjoy the rest of your short life, Xander,” I say with a sigh, turning away from him and returning to Sinclair’s side, taking my child back into my arms. “We need not bother killing you. You’ll be dead soon.” “You

then, letting my shoulders slump for a moment as I turn towards Sinclair, resting my head against his chest. “Are you all right?” he murmurs, running a

at him. ” I’m sorry – did I…I don’t want to 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 my cheek. “Do you need a moment?” “Would you mind?” I ask, looking towards

me,”

time I need. “I’d come with you, but-” “No,” 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