Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 – Campaign dinner

Ella

Where is Sinclair? I think nervously, scanning the room. He promised he wouldn’t leave my side. Why did I ever let myself get separated from him. The crowd around me is still bombarding me with questions, and though I think I’m putting up a good front, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. My pulse is racing, and the blood is rushing in my ears. I’m not ready for this. I’ve only had two days to prepare, surely they’re going to see right through my act!

I’m getting more and more light headed by the minute, and my stomach is beginning to churn. I think I’m going to be sick, but I’m not sure if it’s morning sickness, or my nerves. I might be excited about the idea of the baby making it’s presence known, but this is the last place I want to get sick.

I turn in place, searching the room for any kind of restroom. I can’t ask any of the aristocrats around me, speaking about such a private matter with people of this stature would be considered incredibly inappropriate. However before I can figure out a possible retreat, I see Sinclair striding through the crush of shifters, his brow furrowed as he watches me.

The people around me disappear when he finally closes the distance between us, and I’m amazed to feel my nausea and my nerves settle as soon as I breathe in his scent and feel his warm presence. “Are you alright?” He asks with concern, brushing the hair out of my face.

Though I feel far better than I did a moment ago, I’m still terribly overwhelmed. My lower lip trembles, and I wonder if I’m really so stressed that I might cry, or if it’s just my pregnancy hormones spinning out of control. I don’t want to show weakness in front of Sinclair, I don’t want him to think I’m not up to playing this role. I not only have to prove myself to all these strangers, but to the father of my child. I plaster a wide smile across my face. “I’m fine.”

He narrows his eyes, sidling closer and dipping his head to my ear. “Are you being honest, sweet Ella?”

his low growl ricochets

presses, clearly sensing that there’s more to

our pup is giving him an unfair advantage sensing my emotions. To be honest, I’m not sure which possibility frightens me more. Still,

spine in a soothing caress. “Poor little mate.” He murmurs, no doubt

crow oohing and ahhing at the display, an Alpha caring for his mate. Is that why he’s doing this? Does he actually care about my feelings, or is he just putting on a

recognize the voice immediately. It belongs to the same man who was questioning me with such suspicion

I don’t think I’ve ever growled in my life. Is that the pups influence? Sinclair probably thinks it’s part of my act,

but I hear murmurs describing my cuteness. The other man blinks, looking up at Sinclair as if he expects him to chastise me. “My apologies, your highness.” Sinclair states simply. “She’s a fierce little thing at the best of times.” The words sound

Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I

like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate

of this evening is to sell our relationship to the Alpha council. They’re supposed to believe we’re madly in love and overjoyed to be starting our family. We’re being

Prince gives

test it? We’re sure to fail, and

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