Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 156 – Sightseeing Ella

The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet.

Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen.

The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduce us.

It’s all so easy and peaceful, no lies, no secrets, just wolves living openly together in harmony.

Watching Gabriel, I see a leader who is strong but compassionate, ruthless but open-minded.

He’s intelligent and has as much raw power as my own mate, though he lacks Sinclair’s dangerous edge.

I expect Gabriel would be quite deadly if pushed, but he’s much more easy going than my own brooding Alpha.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution.

Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare.

In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world n.ovelebook could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

Maybe it’s naive to think a traumatized society could recover completely and achieve this sort of easy comfort…After all it’s not like Sinclair could simply snap his fingers and undo all the suffering caused by his predecessor.

No, if we can win this war we’ll have a monumental task ahead of us in terms of healing and rebuilding the united packs, and earning the trust of an oppressed people.

But I believe that if anyone can achieve this goal, it’s Sinclair.

I turn to look up at the man in question, so inspired by this vision that I want to share my hope with him.

However when I see his face he looks a million miles away.

His granite jaw is clenched and his gaze is hawkishly scanning our surroundings.

He manages to smile and greet the various people we meet, but his grip on my waist never loosens, and he never loses the hardness in his eyes.

I lean into his side as a cool breeze flutters through the square, carrying the scent of rain.

“What good is coming out if you’re not going to actually be present?”

I inquire, poking his muscular chest.

The huge Alphe looks down at me with dry amusement, closing his powerful hand around my offending finger.

“I said I would come along, I didn’t promise to forget my worries.”

“That’s cheating.” I inform him, narrowing my eyes to a scowl.

“Is it now?”

arching his brow in response to

dangerous unfamiliar territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves too clever and too brave

to

he put out for

if you get to break your promises then I don’t see why I should

know he doesn’t

made me vow to stay close to him, never go out of sight and tell him the moment I

and rightly so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises are providing my with the perfect button to

realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell,

“Ella—”

warns, using my name as if it’s

shift.” I

people here are in their wolf form.” I

comfortable and secure in their secret lands that

is too inexperienced to be around

not a

doesn’t care for this one

I’ve made shifting a possibility, she’s

yes, yes! Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape,

my body

Sinclair shields me as I tremble, jerk

him as my wolf, my dress in tatters on the

up at my mate, who stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off

wishing I was

his neck and nuzzle his chest with

me! I beg, Please,

not amused

voice sounds in my

legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading over

time that I nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha finally caves, his massive wolf

charge, and she only wants

She cries, pouncing on him the moment the shift is

is tinged with humor now, and I

wrestle and play for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping his heavy body down on mine so that I’m

this what you wanted, trouble? He

I want to run! I whine, squirming under him but

Hmm, I don’t know.

your little

He informs me huskily.

mercy to do what? Suffocate me? I complain, trying to dislodge his

Sinclair doesn’t budge one bit from my efforts, but he does release my

Look at this tummy.

burying