Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic.

I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. ” Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands.

“Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!”

And suddenly, the voice snaps into place in my memory. “Conner!” I call, Rafe fussing in my arms, not liking the sudden change in my energy and the fear spiking through me, though I’m calmer now. “Please – it’s the Atalaxian Prince. He is – I don’t believe he means us any harm.”

And even though something about that concept doesn’t match up – an Atalaxian? Not meaning us any harm? Especially after the meeting I just had with my uncle?

Still, somehow, I know the truth of it down in my bones. He doesn’t.

Conner glances at me and then backs up a little, removing his hand from the Prince’s chest. “Should I escort him out of here, Luna?”

“No,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Not unless he wants to go, of course. But the night air is for everyone. I can’t have it all to myself just because I’m the Queen.”

The prince looks between Conner and I for a moment, stepping further into the light so I can see his pale features and the details of his chic black suit. “I would…stay, for a moment, if that’s all right? Have a quiet word with you, so that we don’t leave this evening on bad terms?”

“That’s fine,” I say quietly, somehow a little pleased that he will stay. I’m still terribly curious about him, perhaps despite myself.

“Would you mind?” Conner says to the prince, his voice tight. “If I performed a body check? To ensure that you don’t have…”

allowing Calvin to pat down the sides of his body,

quite serious, I nod back to him and give him a smile, grateful for his

voice. Conner nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom and the other out on the balcony, a constant threat to Calvin should he make one

Calvin says, glancing at Conner and taking a few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough

As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so seamlessly into the shadows? It’s

is something else going

dipping into a little bow. “The ceremony today was very moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see how much your

I ask, turning my head a little. “Do you…not get this kind of support from

says, his voice a little chagrined. “My father’s policy is instead to…tell the people how they feel about the royal family. And then punish them if they show any evidence to the

eyebrows, genuinely surprised that he’s being

the rooftop that his father is a tyrant, but working very, very hard to be a

closer at me and studies my face for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ” I certainly won’t tell anyone.” He’s quiet for a moment and I

says, smiling

Rafe myself. Then I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age –

of your

bringing his gaze up to mine. “Two,” he says, his smile growing as he thinks of them. “My Luna gave birth to our son just a few

now that I know he’s a father. There’s something about that – the alliance between parents who love their children. And damn it, even if I was determined to hate the Atalaxians… well, I can’t hate all

suppose, is perhaps

his words

child?” I

three,” he replies, his smile increasing. “She is…well, she makes me laugh