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.

clear and precise. “I come 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 here, despite the protection of the Atalaxian government. If you refuse, I’ll have you removed.” “I’ll go,” he says, straightening, his eyes going immediately to

with his words or to look at me, his eyes still on Rafe. “My focus rests on the male line.” Slowly, I

realizing what I’m doing – I access my gift. I don’t close my eyes to do it this time, instead allowing the lavender

he feels it begin to work, to

don’t let it heal, merely seek. And I see…all of it, inside

killing you. You’ll be dead soon.” “You have cursed me – ”

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

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 the open door to a small balcony nearby. “Just

want him with me,” I say, grimacing

a kiss to my lips and pressing a hand to my back, urging me to take what 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