Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

After hanging up with Sinclair, I return the King’s cell phone and look around at the gathered men.”

When does Leon arrive?”I inquire, forcing down a shiver.

“Within the hour.” Gabriel replies, solemn-faced.

Though they’d all agreed that the developments back home warranted accelerating my hypnosis sessions, none of them are happy about keeping them secret. I’m not happy about it either, but I’m also dreading another traumatizing visit to my past.

“Before he arrives I think we should take some bl00d samples from you, Ella.” Henry suggests. “I know the doctors in Moon Valley didn’t find any genetic matches for you, but there’s a chance that we can trace your ancestry by looking at genetic traits which have historically been doc.umented in certain bl00dlines. It won’t help us if the inherited genes aren’t expressed through ancestral phenotypes, but certain markers in your DNA might still allow us to draw important connections”

“But surely that would only work if my ancestors come from a bl00dline deemed worth doc.umenting.” I object uncertainly. “I mean if I come from a long line of nobodies then there won’t be anything to find.”

Phil!ppe, Henry, Gabriel and Roger exchange meaningful glances. They appear to have a full on silent conversation, trading shrugs and expressions as if batting the responsibility of answering back and forth between one another. “

What?” I finally prompt them, feeling exasperated.

“It’s just, Ella,” Roger sighs, “it’s highly unlikely that you come from random nobodies. It’s not impossible, but the fact that you survived having your wolf bound and have proven yourself a match for Dominic… that indicated a level of power that has to be passed down over centuries, getting stronger with every generation. It would explain why the Goddess chose you.. she blessed certain wolves with more magic than others from the beginning.”

I look between them curiously. “Does that mean that all of you have the same sort of lineage?” I inquire, “Given that you’re among the most powerful Alphas alive today?

“That’s exactly what it means.” Henry confirms, not sounding the least bit boastful. “The Sinclairs, Gabriel’s bl00dline, even Phil!ppes, they’re all incredibly distinguished and can be traced back to the first wolves.”

c.hest. “That hardly seems then what, you’re doomed

is why some other bl00dlines have died out because so-called weaker wolves

pops into my head, and I grapple with the discomfort of this idea. “I guess, though I don’t think I like the idea of

jokes, “we’re not

through the bl00d draw. When the doctor departs I try to sneak in a power nap before Leon arrives, much good that

world swirling around me in a hallucinogenic haze. Henry’s hands are warm around mine, and I try to focus on the

you recalled being visited by a couple of priests when you were a girl. I understand that was a somewhat traumatic memory for you.” Leon begins

breath, and I squeeze his hand to

I answer, delighting in the

you ever saw or spoke with those men again?” Leon inquires. “Can you recall meeting other men or women in similar clothing, who spoke about things

been ready to say no, but the more I focus on the details of their robes and the timbres of

Leon inquires, as nonchalantly as if we’re talking about

if my first incident with them resulted in the binding of my wolf, I’m not eager to find out what might have come

let it carry you. I know it’s not easy, but we need to know this. This is all to

picture the setting. Where were they when you saw

crashing through the undergrowth, my heart pounding in my ears as adrenaline floods my veins. I have to get away. I think frantically. I can’t let them catch me! Just keep going, don’t

in pants. There is no light in the woods save the moon, and as I race away from the monster at my back, I see the priests standing amidst the towering trees…

Ella.

did you start running?” Leon prompts, in the same

says it, I’m transported to a dim alleyway a few miles from the orphanage. I’m thirteen, and it’s the first summer that Cora and I attempted to live on the streets. After fleeing the orphanage and the Doctor’s a.buse, we’d lasted two whole months picking pockets and hustling to keep our bellies full. We’d slowly learned the tricks of the trade – how to stay hidden from the authorities and enterprising gangs who might recruit us; how to hide our shelters out of