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…”

says, spreading his arms wide and allowing Calvin to pat down the sides of his body,

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

that he hears the sincerity in my voice. Conner nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom and the other

Conner and taking a few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to be conversational. “As he should be. Your men are

to them,” I say with a little shrug, studying Calvin’s face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how

something else

was the vote. It is

head a little. “Do you…not get this kind of support from your

chagrined. “My father’s policy is instead to…tell

surprised that he’s being

this policy is wise,” I murmur, wanting to shout from the rooftop that his father is

says, smirking a little as he takes a step closer at me and studies my face for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ” I

son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling at Rafe. “I’m

look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly younger than Sinclair – but, well,

you have children of

growing as he thinks of them. “My Luna gave birth to

that – the alliance between parents who

I suppose, is perhaps what

his words strikes me

child?” I

replies, his smile increasing. “She is…well, she makes me laugh more than I thought anyone ever could. She’s a joy to