Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 78 – Ella Eavesdrops

Sinclair

A week after our pup started moving, my brother appears on my doorstep, claiming to bring news of the Prince. I’m amazed to discover that I’m not angry to see him for the first time in years. In fact, as strange as it seems, I’m actually thankful for his presence. I’m still not sure whether he’s truly my ally, but my wolf is urging me to trust him, and he’s rarely wrong. Besides, any intelligence – even false intelligence – is still new information, and I can sniff out a lie better than anyone.

“How’s Ella?” He asks, pulling off his coat.

“She’s perfect.” I boast, unable to help myself. I can feel myself beaming, but I can’t seem to turn off my smile muscles. “She’s napping right now, and we’re going back to the doctor tomorrow because her blood pressure is still a bit elevated… but otherwise she’s absolutely wonderful. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my pup.”

“I meant… after the attack.” Roger clarifies, looking slightly baffled by my effusiveness.

“Oh,” I pause, laughing softly. “Sorry, it’s easy to get caught up. She’s still a bit shaken, but her nightmares are happening less frequently now.”

“You’re really in love, huh?” Roger inquires, looking surprised.

I scoff, “Did you really doubt that?” I don’t pause to consider this idea. As far as Roger knows we fell in love and chose to start a family together. He shouldn’t have any reason to think this is all a lie, and I don’t like the idea that he might be onto our scheme.

“I mean, you haven’t marked her, I figured you were only with her for political reasons.” He shrugs.

“The politics are just a bonus.” I rumble, and I’m mildly amazed to realize this isn’t a lie. At some point the advantages of faking a relationship with Ella shifted, and after more than two months together, I’m discovering that I enjoy her company far more than I enjoy winning the campaign. Winning the campaign is important and necessary yes, but it’s always been a duty, not a personal ambition that gives me pleasure.

“Anyway, what of the Prince?” I ask, ushering Roger into my office.

there’s something about being shown up by a she-wolf infuriates him

to kill her twice.” I remark coldly,

to punish her, drag

step away just to breathe. I count to ten inside my head, resisting the urge to shift and trying to block out the furious howls roaring through my head. “Do you know what he’s planning? Why is he taking

out how to get her away from you. That’s part of why things have

desperately. This is all my fault, I put her

him. My wolf snarls, Forget the politics. She and the pup won’t be safe as long

even if he doesn’t – I won’t be considered a suitable candidate anymore and the Alpha council might call off the election. Then

Ella. My wolf insists. And it’s

fists shaking with rage as my claws

on her own so he can take her. Right now your guards are keeping his spies at a distance, but he’s planning a campaign event for the Lunas. He thinks if he can guarantee a women-only event then you won’t be around to protect her.” Roger shares, watching me nervously, as if afraid I might explode

to recall if

a couple of weeks.” Roger explains, “He’s planning another rogue attack for

of the soft footsteps tiptoeing towards my door. Ella’s scent comes fluttering through the

case Ella’s human hearing needs the volume. “I don’t know, if I sell my baby after the campaign is over

meets my ears and Roger smothers a laugh, covering it with a cough. “They can always call for another election, don’t

the army at my disposal.” I counter, rising to my feet and moving as silently

and throwing her off balance. Clearly she was leaning her weight into the door in order to hear better. I catch her slender wrists before she can tumble to the floor, though I’m currently of the opinion that her bottom could do with

I rumble ominously. “It looks like one very

confusion and then outrage once she realizes our previous words were

scooping her up into

lap. Ella huffs, glaring at me with all the ferocity and indignance she possesses. “Well from the sounds