Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

I snatch the note out of my mate’s hand, muttering “he’s not my prince,” but no one really acknowledges the words as I tear the envelope open and eagerly read the short letter inside. When I see what it says, my eyebrows arch almost to my hairline.

“What is it?” Cora asks, leaning eagerly forward.

“He wants to…go to dinner,” I say, frowning a little.

“Dinner,” Sinclair says, frowning and sliding his hands into his pockets. ”

Why on earth would he want that? We have three more dinners with the Atalaxians scheduled over the next few nights, he could go to any one of those

“No, Dominic,” I say softly, looking up at him. “The note is only addressed to me.”

My mate goes still as my words, and their implications, sink in. And then his face goes dark.

“Okay!” Roger says in too-cheerful tones, wrapping his hands around Cora’s arms as he stands up, dragging her with him. “Time for us to go! It’s been a pleasure, Dom – we’ll see you later – ”

“What?” Cora gasps, fumbling to her feet and looking between Roger and me. “No, I want to stay!”

“Nope!” he says, moving her hastily for the door. “We’re out of here!”

“Roger, I’m in pajamas – ”

“If you don’t kill anyone, Cora, no one will care what you’re wearing -”

My eyes follow my protesting sister as Roger pulls her from the room, shutting the door behind them. And then my eyes snap up to my mate who glowers silently down at me, the only sounds in the room our little baby happily cooing next to us.

voice stern as I slowly start

pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set

begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when he’s clearly

for the baby and gather him close to my chest before standing up and moving to

to do?” I ask,

to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he

know what it is. I want very much to go to this dinner and find out

man apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair thinks that he’s

looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises a hand to my cheek. “What do you

of it that easily. “I am your Queen, Dominic,” I say quietly. “I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia, or if I can learn anything new from him, I’ll do it. But if you want

I can’t help but smile a little. I like it

my mouth, tracing the line of my

think on it,”

think about?” I

answers, taking a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds for daring to ask

“Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not a

why didn’t he

to him you get all growly!” I say,

Sinclair murmurs, snapping his teeth at me a little, “maybe you should be a little less nice

my head up at him, stepping closer to that my body lines as flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t kill the enemies, now you’re telling me not to be nice? Honestly, Dominic, mixed messages

and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign princes will ever hit on you, and I’ll get a great deal more

of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, claiming me as his. I open my mouth to him, eagerly

wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me

from mine, even though I’m