Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 – Ella Demands Answers

Ella

The rest of the evening passes without further drama, but as far as I’m concerned, the night has been a wash. The procession through the city’s old quarter would have been magical at any other time– with the traditions, music and palpable gaiety of all those around us. If I’d been able to focus on anything other than my thoughts, I’m fairly certain I would have fallen in love with the occasion, but I wasn’t able to give the events the attention they deserved.

I’m exhausted by the time we’re finally free to leave, thinking that I’ll certainly need an extra-long nap tomorrow even as I climb into the back of the limo. I’m distracted and grumpy, and when Sinclair slides into the car next to me, I vacate my seat, choosing the one facing him instead.

Sinclair arches a brow, but doesn’t move to stop me. “You’re angry with me.” He assesses simply, eyeing my crossed arms and stiff shoulders.

“What was that all about, Dominic?” I inquire, trying not to get too carried away in my temper.

“What, with the Prince?” He clarifies, as if the answer isn’t completely obvious.

“How did he know I haven’t been marked?” I demand, “And how long have you been aware he knew?”

“You know it would be a lot easier to talk if you were over here.” Sinclair coaxes, patting the seat beside him.

reach and the next thing I know I’m being soothed into complacency by his soothing caresses, cozy warmth and gentle purrs. But I’ll

last night at the bonfire. I don’t know how he found out you haven’t been marked, but he made it clear he planned

“Why, because you didn’t find the right time? Or because

know then he wasn’t ever going to tell me, though I shouldn’t be surprised. He had every opportunity

I interject, “just don’t bother. I thought we agreed we would be a team

we are,” He insists, looking as though it’s taking great restraint not to reach for me. “I just didn’t think this

that I might have to publicly defend our relationship?” I question sharply, “that I might be asked questions about this? What if a reporter had asked me about the mark already knowing

happened very quickly, Ella.” Sinclair excuses, “I would have told you sooner or later, but I miscalculated. I really wasn’t

know what I’m hearing here?” I bite. “You thought, you expected, you believed and you calculated. You are making all the calls, all the decisions and I am sitting on the sidelines looking

of thing. Change doesn’t happen overnight.” He frowns. “That’s not a copout, it’s just that my instincts are still to shield you rather than

seem patronizing, it is patronizing.” I correct

sternly. “Patronizing implies superiority. I don’t think I’m

course you do!” I burst out. “You’re supernatural – the bias is in the name! I’m just a human and next to shifters we’re primitive,

by the Goddess. Yes, we’re more advanced, but not due to our own virtue.” Sinclair continues, still pinning

This isn’t even the first time Sinclair has made this kind of speech, making me feel valued for the person I am rather than the

how to respond to that.” I admit shyly, my voice barely above

– and you’re going to have to get used to compliments because I have no

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