Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 162 Knocking Some Sense into the Alpha

Ella “Dominic, what are you talking about?” I ask, shocked beyond belief by his last statement. Any tiredness I’d been feeling after my long, emotionally draining, day dissipated the moment Sinclair claimed responsibility for the war. Just in case, I push myself up into a sitting position so that I can’t be lulled unwillingly to sleep by my crafty mate.

Sinclair takes a deep breath, not quite meeting my gaze. ”lf I hadn’t called that press conference, if I hadn’t publicly accused him of treason, none of this would have ever happened.”

For a moment I ponder this, testing it for validity. I don’t want to invalidate Sinclair’s feelings, so I’ll consider his statement and give him my honest assessment. Unfortunately for him, it doesn’t take long for me to come to the opposite conclusion. “That’s ridiculous.” I object, apparently forgetting my intention not to invalidate him. “Dominic, if you hadn’t called the conference then the press was going to firebomb your campaign in the morning. We would have lost and he would have come to power anyway. You did everything in your power to prevent that from happening.”

“Yes, but if we’d just let them run the story and accepted the consequences of our lies, he wouldn’t have needed to stage a violent coup, he simply would have won the election. The King, the Alpha council and the Elders would all still be alive if I hadn’t tried to beat him at his own game.” Sinclair reasons miserably, shifting my body off of his so that he can sit up as well. To my immense hurt, he turns his back to me, though I know he’s only acting out of his own guilt and shame.

“We couldn’t have known what would happen, my love.” I state gently, crawling up behind him and massaging his broad shoulders.

“No, I should have known!” Sinclair exclaims. “I knew what Damon was – I knew what he was capable of. I let my anger and hatred get the better of me and lashed out instead of using my head.”

the information we had. “We were between a rock and a hard place, you were trying to protect your family and your people. What were we supposed to do in

would have lost the throne but at least all of the people he’s murdered and tortured would still be here. It didn’t have to be me.” He shakes his head, his hands curling into fists. “It was my fucking pride, my ego

for my own plight, but it was so much more. He wasn’t just blaming himself for bringing me into his world… he was blaming himself for the entire war. My wolf begins to howl in my head, and I have to fight back tears. I can’t make this about me. If he thinks

make my voice firm and even. “You did the best you could with the information you had.” I begin, proud of my steady tone. “None of us could ask for

death and chaos I caused!” Sinclair interrupts, surging up from the bed and abruptly ending my massage. “I could have done more. I could have worked harder, been better, smarter!

us both. “Maybe you do have an ego problem, because if you think that you’re so powerful and all-knowing that you could have stopped all this on your own, then you’re clearly delusional.” I climb out of bed, following my brooding Alpha. “Stop giving yourself so much credit, Dominic. You weren’t alone in this.

at me with barely contained

“You saw how easy it was for the reporters at the conference to believe our claims, to turn on him. Everyone knew

went along with the campaign when I should have just taken him out!” He clenches his jaw as if trying to hold back, then adds. “And the worst part of all

that aren’t his fault! My wolf snarls, her

ferocity my small body possesses. “You have only ever tried to help, care for and

glowing gaze is locked on me as I stalk around him, his hands clenching and unclenching as if he wants to reach out and grab me. “The only person who is responsible for this war is Damon, and if you’d killed him and let someone else take the throne, then there’s no telling what other unforeseen consequences might have happened.” I shake my head, setting my jaw.

I was always going to get you out.” Sinclair interjects,