Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 158

Refugees

Ella

“What do you mean, you lost my sister?” I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding.

Roger held his hands up in defense. “She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she got annoyed with me and left.”

“Then why didn’t you follow her? She is the only human on an entire continent of wolves, and you just let her run off on her own?” I hiss, lashing out with my claws. Sinclair purrs and takes a step back, causing my hands to swipe through nothing but air. “She doesn’t know her way around or have any contacts here!”

“You ought to give her more credit. She’s a big girl, Ella.” Roger tells me, with infuriating confidence. “She’s also known about and been working with shifters a lot longer than you have. She’s used to being the only human in the room.”

“How dare you tell me how to feel or think about my sister. She is my sister, not yours. You don’t know the first thing about her.” I accuse, getting more annoyed by the minute. “Why I oughta–”

“Alright trouble, why don’t we go back to the palace and make sure Cora is home safe. If she isn’t we can go out looking, and I’ll even let you beat up Roger. How does that sound?” Sinclair suggests, his lips moving against my ear.

Roger informs

at the palace?” I inquire, batting my

the only one who ran off into the unknown

him. He immediately pulls me close, even as I protest. That isn’t fair! I haven’t learned

pretend like it was an accident, little mate. I know you too

pec and delivering a particularly sharp nip when his emerald eyes meet

don’t care. After so much running, playing and flirting, we both need a release. As soon as we locate Cora I fully expect Sinclair to close us in our suite and not emerge until morning. I’m eager and ready for him already, and the knowledge that our love making will keep his

brother. In fact, he works me over so well that I can barely remember my own name by the time we’re done.

I try to push myself up, painfully aware that if I fall asleep Sinclair will probably go back to work. Sinclair’s arm locks around me, and I whine with

me to settle. “You need your rest and you’re not

request, too exhausted to argue, let alone actually move. If I were as enormous as my mate then lying on top of him might

praise in his deep voice. I’ll rest for a while, but I can’t promise I’ll stay for

probably hope for, I

so, I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my

Never mind the Alpha who pleasures you

seems to get enough of me, and I know he wouldn’t turn his attention from the war at all if he could help it. This is pure instinct, and I’m not

room, where I can hear my mate talking with Hugo, Henry, Roger and Gabriel. Sinclair’s eyes lock onto me the moment I walk in the room, following my movements with total focus. I yawn and stretch as I approach, unwittingly emitting a sleepy moan, and I see Sinclair’s pupils

the room. I can feel his hardness digging into my bottom, which still stings from my earlier discipline – but it’s a delightful ache that sends pulses of heat straight to my core. If we’re not careful the entire room might soon