Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

.“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms. “Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups – my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

“The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. “ That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

“Do you really?” He inquires, a teasing note in his voice. “You don’t sound convinced.”

dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm. We’re both safe here. I can be my wolf here

in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might be some in your rooms, and even if there

able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time – I’m in

repeats, a note of amusement

else.” I defend hotly, knowing he probably can’t understand the logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able

royal family are the only ones who know they

whisper, my

states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him

you know all

forget that my father was almost King once, and we keep very close ties with the pack elders. Besides, the royal family and the Moon Valley Alpha are supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the worst happens, even

my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to wait for

I come to you.” Sinclair shrugs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can get in contact and let us know

fret, blinking up at him

the location fifteen minutes before the planned rendezvous – just like we did the ransom meeting.” I’m surprised to hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince

seeing far too many ways for this

doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then leave

you get there and it’s empty then won’t you know that I managed to get out?” I object, trying to follow

the wrong room thinking it’s yours and accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re in the right place but we need to retreat. Is there

walls are green.” I share, “and there are yellow

even better.” Sinclair nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was – so we can follow you out that way and catch

head in awe, not understanding how he can be so calm about all this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working out the

pauses to think. “Is there anything in your room you can use to write