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?"

arching his brow in

remind you that you're the one who pointed out how dangerous unfamiliar territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves

agreed to take

counter, ignoring the bait he put out for my wolf, and laying a bit of my

then I

doesn’t need

stay close to him, never go out

so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises are

to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell, is to do

"Ella—"

name

I suggest, cutting

here are in their wolf form." I say, gesturing to the people custling around

it seems the Vanarans are so comfortable and secure in their secret lands that they feel no

too inexperienced to be around so many

a good

doesn’t care for this

possibility, she’s clawing at

Sinclair grips my

late! My wolf sings defiantly, and my body shudders as the painful

me as I tremble, jerk and whimper through the next

of him as

their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off of him

paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I

swipe my tongue over his neck and nuzzle his chest

me! I

amused

grumpy voice sounds

bound around his legs, nudging

the time that I nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha finally caves, his

wolf is in charge, and she only wants to

him the moment the

is tinged with humor now, and I

before he pins me beneath him, plopping his heavy body down on mine so that I’m completely

this what you wanted, trouble? He teases, mouthing

want to run! I whine, squirming under

Hmm, I don’t know.

having you right here, your little paws in

He informs me huskily.

what? Suffocate me? I complain,

be this heavy? Sinclair doesn’t budge one bit from my efforts, but he does release my neck and shift his weight so he can investigate

Look at this tummy.