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

snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set of every single

set him off. I mean, I’m not scared, 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

reach for the baby and gather him close to my

want me to do?” I ask, my

a connection

what it is. I want very much

mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart for asking me to dinner – especially

as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises a hand

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 me to

can’t help but smile a little. I

mouth, tracing the

think on

about?”

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

out laughing here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking

didn’t he

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

me a little, “maybe

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

back, “you just stay in bed, all the time?

a little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and lowers

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

face from mine,