Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 457: Preparations

Ella

I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his voice angry, though I can tell that he’s not mad at me he’s just worked up at what must have been a very stressful day.

“Like what?” I ask, looking down at myself. I’m wearing what I think is my most conservative dress – black, floor length with a little bit of a train behind me, with long sleeves and a crew neck that cuts across my collar bones, showing nothing beneath.

“Well, you look beautiful, Ella,” Sinclair bites out, glaring at me a little like it’s an accusation.

I blink at him for a moment, my eyebrows raising. “Is that a problem, Dominic?”

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growls, crossing to me.

“I just thought that I’d get ready, in case I am supposed to go to dinner – ”

“And you decided to wear that!?”

“Okay,” I say, keeping my voice calm and doing my very best to keep my own temper now, because my mate? He’s pushing it. I put one hand out, resting it against his chest. “All right, Dominic. I’m going to give you a minute now to rethink your words, and then we’ll start again.”

He narrows his eyes at me, not liking at all that I’m talking to him like a kindergartener. But I cock my head to the side, asking him to consider the irony that at this moment I need to talk to him like a kindergartener.

After a long moment he sighs and turns away from me, hanging his head and putting his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pulling himself together. Then he drops his face in a hand. “It has been a long day, Ella.”

a step forward and putting a hand on his back, stroking up and down, wanting to bring him comfort. “Tell me,” I say, and my mate turns and puts his arms around me as he tells me

finishes. “I’m sorry, Dominic,” I say, looking up at him. “I know you

his head, looking down at me with his gorgeous green eyes. “It doesn’t matter what I tried –

but knowing that he’s going to take the blame on

considering. “Does this mean

me, putting a hand on my shoulder and turning me around. I do as his hands tell me to, spinning so that my back is to him, and then

he says, and I sigh in disappointment

I

to turn, but my mate holds me still until he has the zipper all the way down to my

he says. “I already sent word to the Prince, accepting in your stead.” A shiver passes through me at the warmth of Sinclair’s palms against

ask, turning and frowning at him even as he

says, gruff. “Don’t you have like, a dirty old sack

from him, starting to pull my dress back on. ” Dominic! I’m not going to dinner with our enemy looking like a slob. This dress is so matronly

at me. “Ella, I was hard the moment

I say, waving a dismissive hand, “But that’s every dress –

he growls, stepping towards

– I like him like this. Maybe we should

my dress back up over my shoulders

with a little sigh, taking the baby from me. “But take

him as he carries him over to his little crib and placing him down inside. When that’s done, Sinclair stands by the bed and raises a hand, beckoning me closer with his fingers in a way that gets

to scent mark you,” he says as I

his arms as he shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark

his broad, muscled chest. My mouth goes a little dry as his

commands, his

he says, raising my hands to my shoulders and pushing at the dress, slipping

the bed,” he orders, nodding to it, his voice brooking

to the bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across

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