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.

around the room. Even though the four of us present a strong and untied front,

course, that my uncle was absolutely not invited to attend this smaller, more personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that he’s not there. But I narrow my eyes in their

and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss

around the room begin to take their

a wave. “We handled it well. There’s nothing you

on Sinclair’s left. “I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m sure I’ll have more opportunity for that as the

my own seat as Sinclair pulls it out for

as Cora and Roger take their own seats to my right, and then I look up at Sinclair, who is still standing. A warm smile lights my mate’s face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome everyone formally to

seen him in so many different lights now father, mate, soldier, politician, and beyond – and I’m so impressed

bit, looking down at my baby, thinking myself the luckiest girl in the world. And then I glance around the table, pleased when

fall on the Atalaxian

to see him looking directly at me. Staring,

to look away, instead holding

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