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.

disappear into the restroom to change. I

ingrained to

does – and I’m definitely not changing in front of

I emerge, Sinclair is also dressed, though much more formally

Sinclair carrying me despite my

every day, but it isn’t enough to free me of

yet. We all gather around the breakfast table, the

and me feeling like

to understand. It’s not that they exclude me, I just

of my depth.

asks, turning

going around in circles for more

respond to

lower lip thoughtfully, trying to ignore the

habit. Releasing my swollen lip, I sigh,

happened with Lydia’s husband?I mean the

other Alpha, right?” I

this? Even if he doesn’t want her anymore, it must

to be gallivanting around

praises, maintaining a straight-faced expression

he’s not giving out false compliments. “Maybe we’ve been

the wrong

motivations, we can simply

corrupt and respond without

be expecting some sort of countermove to

we might be able to spin ourselves out of the hot seat and refocus

onto them – where it

distract the pack by rustling up her

Hugo nods approvingly.

support, but when I look over, his features

don’t like it. I think it’s the best hope we have,

situation just

course not.” Hugo scoffs, “You don’t need to convene

to tell you this is all fucked six ways to

feel like I’m

“Therę’s something bothering me and I just can’t

on it.”

saying from the beginning that Princess Angeline’s

political scheme.”

is too unimaginative to

widen almost imperceptibly, and then he clenches them shut,

fist and

unimaginative?”

faces.

easily. “And while Prince Damon

the type to impulsively

Lydia wouldn’t have any reservations about

of the way.”

think you are?” I gape, both certain

believe my

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

behind the dining table. “If

I wouldn’t question it.

you could make the case

by Damon. But poison?

scheme you would think the

details in

Damon looking sympathetic.”

agrees. “Instead it just seems…

confirms. “If it was planned, then