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.

I didn’t do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice stern as I slowly

I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the

not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when he’s clearly working so hard

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

me to do?” I ask, my voice perfectly calm.

only ever admit it to myself? I want to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even

of connection between Calvin and I and I’m dying to know what it

man apart for asking me to

my face, I can tell all of these thoughts are rushing through his mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist,

“I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to see

and even though I know he’s upset I can’t help but smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this. Warmth coils

moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of my lower lip with the

think on

there to think about?” I

scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds for daring

little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say,

why didn’t he invite

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

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

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

down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign

a kiss and sending a little pulse 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

his crib

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