Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 172 — Convincing Isabel Ella

After concluding our three hour summit meeting, where the King, my hybrid family and I decided on a few special events, we kicked off preparations for a welcome banquet, refugee camp visit, an open forum for debate, and a grand ball.

I’m still brainstorming different ideas for other ways to engage the reluctant Alphas, while grappling with the idea that I could play a pivotal role in convincing them to join our cause and wondering how I can make up for my coldness to my mate.

Still I have plenty of time to sort out those issues — now my full focus is on the refugees.

I arrive at the airfield just as a flight full of new exiles from the continent lands, and I watch in horror and heartache as they disembark the plane.

From the looks of it, this is the largest group to arrive so far, and they’re mostly women and children.

We’re losing more and more male wolves to this war, the ones who stay behind to fight or die protecting their families.

I help the Vanaran volunteers usher the group into the camp, taking a screaming infant from one of the guards who led the group out of Damon’s brutal empire.

“Her parents died just a hundred yards from freedom.” He shares bleakly, gently transferring the pup into my arms.

“I promised them I’d get her here, so that it wouldn’t be in vain.”

Tears well in my eyes as I rock the babe gently from side to side.I haven’t welcomed my own baby yet, but my perspective on children has already changed so much.I’ve always loved them, always connected to and felt protective of them, but now that I’m learning the depth of a parent’s love, I can never look at a child the same way again.

I’m painfully aware of how much this precious girl must have meant to her mother and father, and I know how much it would have meant to them that this man kept his promise.

“you did very well.” I praise him.

“Her parents can rest in peace now, and one day she’ll come to understand what you did for her.She has a future now — because of you.”

His face is still downfallen, and there’s a haunted look in his eyes which I recognize all too well.

“Would you like to come with me to the orphan’s tent? So you can see where she’ll be in case you want to visit?”

He stiffens slightly, but there’s an flash of longing in his eyes.

“I doubt I’ll have much chance.I’ve got to go back this evening.”

“If you keep making these runs you ought to get to know some friendly faces here.”

I suggest, even though I know the face he’ll likely encounter before he can actually see the orphans is anything but friendly.

“I think it’s important you come and visit, so you remember what an incredible difference you’re making.If you try to stay disconnected then you might stop yourself from seeing how much good you’re actually doing.”

He still looks uncertain, so I make the decision for him.

“Come on.”

my newfound authority into my voice.I turn and carry the whimpering pup towards the

appears almost as

suspicious look, but is immediately drawn to the baby in my arms.She moves beside

hardly friends, but she seems to trust

at the squalling pup, clucking sympathetically as she

“Poor darling.”

murmurs, glancing at me for my professional

“About eight months?”

I assess, still rocking the distraught

a rough

name?” Isabel asks, clearing her throat to disguise the thick emotion in her

“Sadie.”

me, his deep voice low and

the rugged wolf, and her eyes narrow

fear and mistrust learned through terrible experiences.My

“Isabel, this is…”

I don’t even know this man’s

“James.”

offers gruffly, his eyes still on

“This is James.”

I finish gently.

getting families off

glare turns suddenly wary, and I can see her rethinking her first

that would seem very reserved for most people, but which I know is a mark of great respect from

She says

lift to Isabel’s face, and

he’s looking at her so intently that I

her head away, but I see the

Interesting.

of excitement.I relinquish Sadie to Isabel so

makes me wonder if the child Isabel

“It’s okay.You’re safe now.”

tent, no doubt bound for a bath and a change of clothes that isn’t flecked with her parents’ blood, James and

but I broach the subject I know

move you and the orphans to the palace

listens quietly, not

hear James inquire, “You mean, they won’t be here much

visit even after we move them.The palace isn’t so

here if we move?” She asks stiffly, clearly

could deliver any unaccompanied pups directly to the

confident he’s delivered them into the safest