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.

my voice stern as I slowly start to shake my

a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness

not scared, not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and

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

do?” I ask, my voice perfectly

myself? I want to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build bridges between our nations,

what it is. I want very much to go to this

ready to tear this man apart

mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist,

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

a little, his arm tightening, 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 within me, heating me from

heat, Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of

think on

think about?” I ask softly, genuinely

apparently relishing it, “of ripping him

here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I

why didn’t

talk to him you get all growly!” I say, laughing. ”

his teeth at me a little,

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

moving his hand from my face and slipping it to my shoulder 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

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

simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me wants to break away any

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