Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 127 – Sinclair Comes Home

Sinclair

The battle lasted for hours.

By the time we reached the border, rogues were already pouring into the territory. I fanned my men out in a wide net to intercept them, hoping that Hugo, Roger and my other squadron leaders were doing the same at the other borders. This was the first time I’d been in a fight without Gabriel and Sean, and though I was confident my warriors were up to the task, it felt strange to be in battle without them. Of course it was completely worth it, I wouldn’t trust Ella with anyone else.

Just before the fighting began, I forced myself to put Ella and the baby out of my thoughts. If I let myself worry about them I would be distracted from the battle, and that could be deadly. What’s more, if I focused on my sweet mate or what she might think of the violence I was committing, I might not be able to do what was necessary to win. War is brutal and ruthless – there’s no room for softness or tender feelings, and Ella inspires nothing but.

I told myself that I’d let myself feel the toll of violence when it was over. I had to turn off my emotions in the moment in order to protect my pack and my family, and I could live with the callousness of being a cold-blooded killing machine for a few hours. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I failed.

I lost count of how many rogues I killed, how many lives I ended with nothing more than my fangs. As the fighting dragged on, I focused only on the next step, the next target. I took my fair share of blows, becoming beaten and bruised as the night continued. Claws sliced into my ribs, teeth dragged down my back, and my own blood and sweat blended with the mud and fluids of dying rogues.

When it was all over the earth suddenly seemed too quiet. I’d gotten so used to the sounds of aggression and pain, the blood rushing in my own ears, that I worried something might be wrong with my hearing. Shaking myself, I recall that the wilderness should be serene and still – if anything is abnormal it’s the blood soaking into the ground as far as the eye can see.

I look around the forest, watching my wolves patrol for signs of survivors with a sense of grim pride. It hadn’t been easy, but we did our job. For the first time I take an inventory of my own injuries, noticing the lingering pain in my ribs, and the beginning of a wicked bruise on my leg.

I can’t relax until I know that the other fights succeeded as well, so I shift and race back to the car to retrieve my phone. Roger, Hugo and the other commanders all sent messages saying that their areas were secure, and the former two are already on their way here to provide backup in case we need it. I call them off, instead turning to the reporters who followed us into the field, filming the battle.

I look into the nearest camera, trying to hide my impatience. I want to send the pack reassurance, but I need to get back to Ella too. I know she made it to the safe house alright and that nothing will happen as long as they’re there, but this entire ordeal has been incredibly unnerving.

our side. I will provide more details in the hours and

next to the cameraman

saying the all clear was

crumpling into a grimace. ‘That’s

it seriously because they could see from our footage

who can issue emergency orders (or call them off) are myself, the Alpha council and the King. As I process this, something else occurs to me. Everyone with access to technology would see the

safe houses are technology free for very good reason – because when the Prince attempted to assassinate my father, the hitman

enters my head then. If the all clear went out

were right, and this was a distraction? My wolf growls. If the King can call for the all clear the Prince probably

protocols, she knows the systems. If everyone else was still inside hunkering down, the Prince’s men could have intercepted Ella or waited for her at the house, and no one

and brief them along the way, beyond furious with myself for not foreseeing this possibility. They try to assure me that it’s probably nothing, but

race back to the city, breaking every speed limit possible along the way. I’m silently praying to the Goddess the

I

I discover

lying in a bloody heap on the doorstep. “Alpha.” He groans, clutching a wound in

the couch and Roger leaves to call for a doctor. “Jeremy, where are the others?” I ask sharply, trying to stay calm even though I’m fairly certain my entire

tears burning in his eyes. “Gabriel, Sean… they’re

happened?” I inquire, my hands clenched in fists at my sides. He hadn’t