Surrogate For Alpha Dom

#Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms.

“Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “ How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups– my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

‘You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

‘The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. ”

That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

He inquires, a teasing note in

and I realize that I stopped fighting him at some point. Now I’m clinging to him the same way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm. We’re both safe here. I can be my wolf here

his chest. “We can work with the Palace, Ella. There are passages in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might be

sniffle, more confused

cupboard?” Sinclair repeats, a note of amusement in his

of my swirling hormones and trauma. ‘The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to fall asleep again, and neither of us has any time

you this much,” Sinclair muses aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are

my tears

he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about my

do you know all this?”

to

any passages in my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to wait for

be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you

fret, blinking up at him

hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a

If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned

it’s empty then won’t you know that I managed to

wrong room thinking it’s yours and accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room in that state,

“and there are

Sinclair nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was – so we

Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the