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.

Dominic,” I say, my voice stern as I slowly start to shake my

But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of

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

him close to my

do you want me to do?” I

eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build

Calvin and I and I’m dying to know what it is. I want very much to go to

my mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair thinks that

can tell all of these thoughts are rushing through his mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm

not letting him get out 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

little, his arm tightening, and even though I know he’s upset I can’t help but smile a

moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the

me think on it,”

think about?” I

a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him

smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say,

why didn’t

you talk to him you get all growly!” I say, laughing. ” I’m nice to him, which is beneficial

little, “maybe you

against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t

and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign princes will ever hit

Sinclair growls in response and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, claiming me as his. I open my mouth to him, eagerly giving into it,

I’m a little frantic suddenly, wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me wants to break

groans, and lifts his face from mine, even though I’m still pressed