Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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I enter the elaborate dining room at Sinclair’s side with Rafe tucked sleeping in my arms. There are no doubts or hesitations on my face and I lift my chin high as I smile slightly, letting people see me as my mate’s unbothered Queen, as someone entirely unruffled by the events of this morning.

Sinclair, walking at my side, presents a similar image: the unflappable Alpha King, his body fully capable of every violent rumor of which our guests have heard, but toned and refined by the mind of a King, a true power player.

The effect we have as a pair ripples through the room with people turning to us, many eyes going wide. Because we really do present the image of two people who should not be trifled with.

I have to admit, a little thrill goes through me at the idea of this. Because, honestly, I usually think of myself as sweet and determined, but certainly not powerful and imposing. But tonight, at Sinclair’s side? It comes to me easier than I thought it would.

Cora and Roger come into the room behind us, our personal guards following after them. Many eyes turn to my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora are baffling to many people within the wolf community who can’t understand how or why Roger would have a human woman fated to be at his side.

But one look at my stunning sister in her lavender gown? Well. Let’s just say that even without the information that she’s a demigoddess who can control the weather, I think it’s making a lot more sense to a lot of our gathered guests.

of some frowns and whispers around the room. Even though the four of us present a strong and untied front, there are as there always are dissenters amongst our supporters. My eyes move immediately to the group of five ambassadors from Atalaxia, dressed in back and

personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that

voice say, and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the

Henry says quietly as people around the room begin

says, dismissing his apology with a wave. “We handled it well. There’s nothing

“I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m

sigh, taking my own seat as Sinclair pulls it out for me.

my mate’s face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome everyone formally to the palace, letting them know that he hopes the weekend will be full of many pleasurable and fruitful conversations

soldier, politician, and beyond – and I’m so impressed that he is able to perform each role so admirably. Honestly, my heart tumbles a

And then I glance around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused on my mate, a variety of expressions crossing their

when my eyes fall on

shocked to see him looking directly

bit, surprised. And my shock only increases when he fails to look away, instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he studies me,

more uncomfortable under his gaze. What… why on earth would he be