Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 182

Sinclair

My wolf is half-mad with guilt and worry. I’ve been waiting for Ella’s call all day, but when the clock strikes four and I still haven’t heard a peep from my mate, I call my father. The line rings for what feels like ages, but then Dad’s familiar face appears on my screen. “Is she still asleep?” I inquire, before he even has a chance to greet me.

“I haven’t seen her.”‘ Dad replies, his brow crinkling in the video. The image is jostling slightly, his background shifting and changing as he wheels himself forward with one hand. But I’ve been at the airfield all day. I’m just getting back to the palace now. I’ll check on her now.”

I gnash my teeth impatiently, not really wanting to talk about anything until I know how my mate is doing. Still, I ask, “How was it today?”

More of the same, I’m afraid.” Dad reveals sadly.

The average number of refugees making the trip each day hasn’t increased, but it hasn’t decreased either.”

What about their conditions?” I ask, weary to the bone amidst so much misfortune. “Are there more injuries? More unaccompanied pups?”

“Everything seems stable.” Dad reports, but I can tell he doesn’t consider this any victory. “How did it go with the FrostFang Alpha?”)

“Well, I think.” I answer, looking out the windows of my suite in the FrostFang pack’s headquarters. A mountain range spreads out on the horizon, the majestic towers of volcanic rock covered in verdant peat moss. It’s green and glorious, but there are almost no trees. I feel a deep pang as I think about the dense forests back home, wondering how these wolves can be so content without any woodlands.

Gabriel said Alpha Aiden would be an easy sell, and so far he’s been very supportive. He hasn’t officially pledged his alliance, but I think we can count him among our friends at the summit.

“And you? How are you holding up?” My father inquires, a knowing timbre in his rich voice.

“It’s cold up here, more like back home.” I muse aloud, my train of thought momentarily derailed by my wolf’s agitated energy. If Ella’s still out I may let my wolf out for a run, he’s been bl00dy stir crazy with all the travel and the situation with Ella isn’t helping. He’s on edge and I’m not going to be able to keep a handle on him much longer.”

two talk.” Dad advises, but despite his wisdom I’m tracking the interiors of Gabriel’s palace as he moves through the halls, measuring the distance between him and my mate. “Depending on how she’s doing, seeing

you’re right.” I concede, “But I don’t think I can stand it. It’s one thing if she’s still resting. it’s another if she’s

around the palace is that she’s a gift

twisting with wry humor. “It seems the guards who oversaw her hypnosis couldn’t quite keep it to themselves. I promise you she’ll have lots of support

and I hold my breath, c0cking my ears for

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bedroom, looking bemused. “Well she isn’t here.” He announces after a moment. He looks around, backtracking into the sitting room and switching the camera view so I can see his perspective. He

louder in my c.hest, and I smother a growl. “Okay, check with the guards – then try the kitchens, the nursery, Cora’s rooms and the camp

well. My mind races with the unknown. Why didn’t she call me the moment she woke? Is she alright? Maybe I should have called Phill!pe – he won’t

course when my father wheels into the nursery, Isabel meets us at the door, her arms crossed over her

the night! I tried to tell her

Dad crosses the room. And then she’s there on my

a little boy to her b.reast, lost in the tangle of limbs. My heart melts, and suddenly I don’t care why she didn’t call me. It’s one of the sweetest scenes I’ve

my virtual presence, because she blinks her gorgeous gold eyes a moment later and stretches like

at Dad, as if her instincts drew her to the phone in his hand like a magnet. Raw vulnerability transforms her

up at me from beneath her lashes, untangling herself from the pups enough to sit up glance warily at the other adults in the room. A I can see a hundred emotions fl!ckering in the bottomless pools of her eyes before she pulls a curtain over her expression, erasing

are you doing, little mate?” I inquire tenderly, “I’ve

against the piled pillows, “They

I see her eyes jump somewhere above the screen, and I can imagine my father gesturing a warning to her. A

mean you planned on keeping

tone, “That isn’t what

need a moment alone.” I state, “Can you please

about waking them. “No – she object, at the same moment Isabel growls,