Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 152 – Check Up

I never imagined being in exile would look like this.

King Gabriel’s palace is the most extravagant display of luxury I’ve ever seen, and it’s not as if I’m a stranger to mansions and palaces. That thought alone is enough to send me reeling… who would have ever dreamed that poor orphan Ella would end up rubbing elbows with the most important figures in the land, or have the social capital to become a political threat?

As we exit the cars and enter the building, I can only stare around myself in awe. The wealth here makes the wealth back on my home continent look like nothing, and the air seems to vibrate with the energy of the strange crystals which form the city. We get a brief tour of the palace, and then we’re escorted up to a sprawling suite of rooms, even more expansive than the master suite in Sinclair’s manor.

However the size of the space isn’t what leaves me dumbstruck, it’s the feeling that we’re suddenly deep in the alpine forests of my home. The walls are all comprised of giant screens, each one displaying a live feed of some dense woodland – or so it seems. Even the ceiling displays a realistic view of the sky, a light dappled canopy which projects actual rays of sunlight down to the floor. Tucked in the farthest corner of the room is a large, round bed with sheer curtains around the edges. Blankets and pillows are waiting to be piled into a nest, and I feel as though I’m in one of my shared dreams with Sinclair.

His arms slide around my waist, and his lips graze my ear. “Do you like it?” All of a sudden I realize that he instructed the King to have our rooms prepared this way, to give me a safe space while we’re in exile.

I can’t help myself. I turn and climb into his arms, not satisfied with a simple hug and instead scrabbling up his huge body as if it were a tree. I wrap my arms and legs around my mate, rewarded with a low purr. “We’re going to find a way back home, Ella. I promise.”

“I know.” I tell him honestly. “I trust you.”

intense, so heated, and I couldn’t escape it even if I wanted to. He claims my lips in a deep kiss, and only the sound of a knock on the door

it takes quite a bit of cajoling to make me leave my mate’s arms, and only concern for my baby convinces me to leave him. The physician takes my blood pressure and vitals, and sits patiently as we explain the

then draws my blood, to the soundtrack of Sinclair’s grumpy growls, and there’s only one final set of tests to run

with excitement. “Who’s arrived?” I inquire eagerly. “Cora and Henry and

check

sure they’re okay.” Ever since my wolf woke up I’ve been feeling even more protective of my family than usual. Cora might trigger the strongest response, but my inner canine has also claimed Henry and Roger as part of her pack and there won’t

prodding me. When I settle out of nothing more than sulky acknowledgement that I

followed by the dark rumble of

My own wolf replies, speaking before I have a chance to consider the wisdom of

My wolf immediately lights up from the inside out, and the doctor gives us a

his eyes glowing. “She’s the one challenging her mate.” My little imp. He adds silently, for my benefit

“Well, I think you’re safe to return to most of your normal activities, Ella.” He instructs, holding up a staying hand when I immediately jump up with excitement. “I don’t want you doing anything strenuous, especially not when you’ve been through so much, but I think waking your wolf has helped your condition. All that said, the first moment you start to feel faint, palpitations,

anything I can do to support her?” Sinclair asks, and I feel a silent

needs. Protect her, care for her, but don’t spoil her if she’s challenging you – the challenge is a sign she needs you to make her feel as if you have everything under control.” He

his hand and escorting