Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

Hugo, Sinclair and I are all staring at the television with wide eyes and slack jaws,

unable to process the images flitting across the screen. It seems like every time we

manage to take a few steps forward, Lydia and the Prince find a way to send us

reeling back – and this is no exception.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Hugo expresses, obviously overwhelmed. “Why would

he risk losing the pack’s sympathy by parading around another Woman so soon after

his wife’s death?”

“Trust me, Hugo – Damon isn’t the one calling the shots here. This is all Lydia.”

Sinclair states gruffly. “She’s going to force her way onto the throne one way or

another. Right now she’s playing the doting friend, but mark my words, by the time the

election ends she’ll be in his bed.”

“How bad is this?’ I ask, looking up at Sinclair’s handsome face, “Does she have

information that could hurt you?”

Sinclair Squeezes my shoulders, “She knows some secrets.” He relates, “but luckily

nothing I could imagine as a smoking gun. In fact most of what she knows would be

more harmful to the Prince things like my father’s attack, Things the public believes

were accidents but our private investigators proved malicious.” His mouth flattens into

a hard line. “The real danger is that she knows how we think, how we operate. Not to

mention that the Prince doesn’t have more than two brain cells to rub together, but

Lydia has plenty.”

“So what do we do?” I ask anxiously, my head replaying the news reel over and over

again. “My bed rest isn’t common knowledge, and they’re making it sound like my

absence from the public eye is suspicious. Do we tell everyone about my condition?

Or do we make an appearance?”

“I’m afraid making an appearance might play right into their hands. This could be

some sort of attempt to lure us out of hiding.” Hugo advises, looking very grim indeed.

In the distance I hear the front door open and close – a fact which comes as quite a

surprise, since my hearing has never been so sharp before.

Wheels roll over the door jam, and then Henry’s voice floats up toward us, “Good

Morning!”

“Henry!” I exclaim, both taken aback yet unsurprised we stayed in bed so long.

Sinclair’s father has been coming over almost every day since we agreed to be

invalids together, and he’s been an invaluable help, since I learned my true identity.

and disappear into the restroom to change. I might be

ingrained

Sinclair does – and I’m definitely not

is also dressed,

together, Sinclair carrying me

more and more every day, but it isn’t enough

the breakfast table, the men analyzing

serious voices, and

to understand. It’s not that they exclude

of my depth.

asks, turning his blazing emerald eyes

for more than half an hour, debating how

to this

trying to

as he observes the nervous habit. Releasing my swollen lip, I sigh, “Do we

happened with Lydia’s husband?I mean the Princess is dead,

some other Alpha, right?” I clarify. When the men

Even if he doesn’t want her

gallivanting around

a good point.” Henry praises, maintaining a

not giving out false compliments. “Maybe

this the wrong

motivations, we can

and respond without

some sort of countermove to challenge the

to spin ourselves

onto them – where it

them busy and distract the pack by rustling up

Hugo nods approvingly.

support, but when

with worry.”I still don’t like it. I think it’s the best

this entire situation just doesn’t seem

course not.” Hugo scoffs, “You

is all fucked

I mean, I feel

me

on it.”

you’ve been saying from the beginning that Princess

scheme.”

Prince is too unimaginative to

imperceptibly, and then he clenches them

fist and swearing up a

know who isn’t too unimaginative?”

faces.

while Prince Damon might have

than a trophy, he’s not the type to impulsively destroy one of his

have any reservations about getting the

of the way.”

what I think you are?”

to believe my

as it seems, what other explanation do we have?” Sinclair

and pacing back and forth behind the dining table. “If the Prince had

death, I wouldn’t question it. And if there was some

make the case for

poison? That’s a

and if it was a political scheme you would think the royal family

her death and spun the details in a way that

Damon looking sympathetic.”

agrees. “Instead it just

Sinclair confirms. “If it was planned, then why haven’t