Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 163 – Sinclair Visits the Refugees

Sinclair

When we arrive at the air field, I do my best to keep Ella from feeling my nerves. As loathe as I am to admit it, part of me is still terribly afraid that my people will blame me for everything that’s happened. My angel of a mate did wonders assuaging my own guilt, but I know how grieving and heartbroken people often need someone to blame for the world’s cruelty. The Alpha in me kind of wants them to lash out at me, because I know I can take it and at the end of the day the responsibility is my own. The man in me, however, is beyond agitated by the thought of the pain this would surely bring.

Ella glances up at me as we move towards the tents, leaning her slight weight into my side and sending a rush of affection through our bond. It will be okay. Her precious wolf says to mine, and an image of the rose gold canine cuddling up to my brooding black beast appears in my mind’s eye. I pull her a bit closer, purring my thanks in her mind.

I know. I assure her. I’m always okay when I’m with you.

Ella’s cheeks flush pink, and while this usually might put all sorts of ideas in my mind about how to make her blush more, the matter at hand is much too serious. When we enter the first and largest tent, a hush falls over the sprawling space. Whispers of the Alpha start fluttering through the air, and I force myself to meet the eyes of each of the refugees. I’m mildly surprised to realize that the shifters in front of me come from all corners of the continent, far beyond the borders of my own pack. Yet they all call me Alpha with the same tone of reverence.

“I’m sorry I have not visited sooner.” I state, raising my voice to be heard at the far end of the tent. “My beautiful mate convinced me that constantly focusing on war wasn’t good for me or fair to you, and as usual, she was exactly right.”

An appreciative chuckle travels through the crowd, and sweet Ella turns her body into mine, hiding her embarrassed face in my shoulder. I rub her back and drop an amused kiss to her hair, my wolf purring through the bond, What’s wrong trouble, you only like my praise in private?

I would have thought you wanted them all for yourself but if

cannot express the depth of my sorrow and fury for what has happened to our home. None of you should be here, none of you should have been forced to flee your ancestral lands, especially not at the hands of the person who is supposed to protect and care for you most. Damon’s actions are a betrayal of the very worst kind, and though I

difficult it was for me to leave Moon Valley, and that I never would have done so if I saw another option. It goes against every instinct in my body to flee rather than stand and fight, but I could see the writing on the wall. I could see that the Prince was going to win this battle and that if the united packs were to stand any chance of winning the war, then we had to survive and fight another

continent, and when the time is right you have my vow that I will return to lead the rebellion against Damon. We will take back our home, and we will do everything in our power to make this right.” Emotion

want to hear it all – good or bad.” I continue, my voice growing strong again amidst my mate’s encouragement. “I may not be able to visit as often as I like, but as long as we are here in Vanara, my door is always open to you, and I will set up channels to ensure

people they left behind. However the vast majority of people have only kind words and thanks to share. My heart grows lighter and lighter as more and more shifters express how grateful they are for what we’re doing, and that they understand why we left. However

their parents sit wrapped in each others’ arms. They are from the shadow pack, and escaped because the man was targeted by the Prince’s forces for

is thoroughly distracted by the little ones at her feet, takes a moment to process his words. “A

a bounty on your heads, blaming you for the murder of the King and the Alpha council, and of course in doing so he

it possible for the entire resistance to form around you. Everyone knows you’re out there somewhere,

my hand, and I can barely contain my shock. “You mean… people aren’t

everything, including your own campaign, in order to do right by the people. And trust us, everyone would rather you run and be

of relief. Ella’s tiny paw settles on my back, stroking my spine in long, soothing lines as

impudent creature and feeling my heart stop in my chest from the mere sight of her smile. I catch her nape and pull her in for a fierce kiss, and my stationary heart leaps back to life until it’s racing too fast to

excitedly in baby language. When I turn back to the father, I find him watching me with a knowing expression. “It’s amazing isn’t it. How the tiniest look, the