Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 156 - Sightseeing Ella

The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet.

Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen.

The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduce us.

It’s all so easy and peaceful, no lies, no secrets, just wolves living openly together in harmony.

Watching Gabriel, I see a leader who is strong but compassionate, ruthless but open-minded.

He’s intelligent and has as much raw power as my own mate, though he lacks Sinclair’s dangerous edge.

I expect Gabriel would be quite deadly if pushed, but he’s much more easy going than my own brooding Alpha.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution.

Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare.

In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world n.ovelebook could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

Maybe it’s naive to think a traumatized society could recover completely and achieve this sort of easy comfort...After all it’s not like Sinclair could simply snap his fingers and undo all the suffering caused by his predecessor.

No, if we can win this war we’ll have a monumental task ahead of us in terms of healing and rebuilding the united packs, and earning the trust of an oppressed people.

But I believe that if anyone can achieve this goal, it’s Sinclair.

I turn to look up at the man in question, so inspired by this vision that I want to share my hope with him.

However when I see his face he looks a million miles away.

His granite jaw is clenched and his gaze is hawkishly scanning our surroundings.

He manages to smile and greet the various people we meet, but his grip on my waist never loosens, and he never loses the hardness in his eyes.

I lean into his side as a cool breeze flutters through the square, carrying the scent of rain.

"What good is coming out if you’re not going to actually be present?"

I inquire, poking his muscular chest.

The huge Alphe looks down at me with dry amusement, closing his powerful hand around my offending finger.

"I said I would come along, I didn’t promise to forget my worries."

"That's cheating." I inform him, narrowing my eyes to a scowl.

"Is it now?"

brow in response to my

territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves too clever and too brave for their

agreed to

for my wolf, and laying a

get to break your promises then I don’t see why I should

know he doesn’t

we left Gabriel's palace Dominic made me vow to stay close to him, never

cautious — and rightly so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises are providing my

is naturally responding to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way to get my

"Ella—"

using my name

should shift." I suggest, cutting

their wolf form." I say, gesturing to the

and secure in their secret lands that they feel no danger shifting in public,

be around so

not a good

doesn’t care for

I’ve made shifting a possibility, she’s clawing at

yes, yes! Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape, I said no,

sings defiantly, and my

Sinclair shields me as I tremble, jerk and whimper through the

in front of him as my wolf, my

stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off

my paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I was tall enough

my tongue over his neck and nuzzle his chest

play with me! I beg, Please, please,

amused

grumpy voice sounds in

legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading

nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha finally caves,

charge, and she

on him the

foreboding energy is tinged with humor now, and I know I’ve

for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping his

you wanted, trouble? He teases,

whine, squirming under

Hmm, I don’t know.

kind of like having you right here, your little paws in the air, completely

He informs me huskily.

mercy to do what? Suffocate me? I complain, trying to

budge one bit from my efforts, but he does release my neck and shift his weight so he can

Look at this tummy.