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

part of me wishes we could never leave

Sinclair croons, cuddling me to 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 some in

confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time –

repeats, a note of

the logic 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 to waste. You can’t

Sinclair muses aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who know

my tears

smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about my secrets, and the cocky bastard

know all this?”

are supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the worst happens, even if we don’t know

if there aren’t any passages in my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to wait for

I come to you.” Sinclair shrugs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can get in contact and let us know to

I fret, blinking up

day to hear from me. I’ll set the meet and tell him the location fifteen minutes before the planned rendezvous – just like we did the ransom meeting.” I’m surprised to hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very strong trump card as long as I’m in his grasp. “But instead of going to the meeting, my men and I will infiltrate the palace. I’ll reach out of Adolpho

wrong. Sinclair drops a quick succession of kisses to my cheek. ” You’re just determined to poke holes aren’t you? If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find

know that I managed to get out?” I

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

are green.” I share, “and there are yellow

nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where

this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working outthe problem as if it’s a jigsaw puzzle. “What