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.

do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice

Ella,” he snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of

scared, not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never hurt me.

reach for the baby and gather him close to my

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

go. I’m not only eager to make a connection

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

he’s my mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart for

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

Queen, Dominic,” I say quietly. “I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to

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

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

on

about?” I ask

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

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

why didn’t he

get all growly!” I say, laughing. ” I’m nice

his teeth at me a little, “maybe you should

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,

back, “you just stay in bed,

tiptoes and tilting my chin up, silently begging for 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 him, eagerly giving into it, letting

deepens and 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 away any

mine, even though I’m still