Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 230 The Summit Continues

3rd Person

Roger watched the delegations warily approach the refugee camp, unloading from an identical convoy of shiny black cars parked at the entrance of the air field. Some appeared far more curious than others, keeping their expressions open and interested, if somber. A few Alphas however, most notably the Storm Forest and Midnight leaders, appeared as though they had no intention of letting the harrowing scenes ahead sway their opinions.

Even so, the new Beta could only focus a fraction of his attention on their mindset. He was far more preoccupied ensuring the airfield and camp were as secure as possible before the visit, and his wolf was always somewhat distracted when Cora was near. He’d yet to see her today, but he knew she was somewhere in the medical tents, her faint floral scent discernible through the cool morning air.

Maybe we should go ahead of the group, Roger’s wolf suggested, to make sure everything is ready and do a final threat assessment.

And flirt with a certain stubborn human, since we probably won’t get another chance today? Roger replied, sorely tempted by the idea but knowing he couldn’t abandon his duty for such a frivolous reason.

It’s a thought. The mischievous canine answered, we haven’t spoken since yesterday morning. It would be a wasted opportunity when she’s clearly warming to us. The beast is whining like a pup, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. There’s nothing more determined or impossible than a besotted wolf. Come on, he cajoles eagerly, wagging his tail. Think of how cute she’ll be, trying to act all grumpy even though we can hear heart racing.

We can’t – we can’t afford to get distracted. I want to see her as badly as you do, but this isn’t the time.

Hmph. His wolf grumbled, spoilsport.

Roger glanced at the slow moving party behind him. The Alphas and their advisors were being led into the camp by the King, Sinclair and Ella. His brother kept his mate tucked safely under one arm as they approached the airfield. The planes were due to arrive any moment, and Roger knew they were all a bit tense for the first transport conducted without James’s leadership.

Sinclair scanned the open area, his sharp gaze landing on his brother. At this short distance, there was no difficulty communicating through their new bond as Alpha and Beta. All clear?

all signaled imminent landing with no signs of trouble. I can either stay here to help with the disembarkment, or I can go ahead of the group

not getting distracted. His wolf

if I have a good reason… otherwise I’ll just look. Roger insisted, wondering if he was trying to convince himself or his wolf of

His

touching, no scent marking, and certainly no kissing… or biting… or licking…

slightly amused voice drowned out Roger’s tortured musings. You look as if you’re short- circuiting. Have you had a stroke? He didn’t need to say more. Roger could feel his left eye twitching, not to mention his hands were trapped in white knuckled fists and his jaw was clenched so tightly his fangs felt as though they might

it later. Roger

eyes on the approaching aircraft on the horizon. I meant to tell you, Cora was visibly anxious yesterday when you were late for the welcome event. She kept asking if everyone

is not the kind of information

the planes are down do me a favor and get eyes on all the refugees coming in. Our men are well trained,

cool gaze over their visitors. See if you can’t get close to some of the other Betas.

Roger inquired, not the

Cora if you’re not with us when we get to her section. From what I’ve seen you need as much help as

thought wryly, trying not to think about the information his brother had just shared. Cora’s anxiety was further confirmation of what he already sensed, and he needed to think about how to play this moving forward. Cora was

to assess their response to the suffering shifters in the camp. Luckily they all seemed very engaged, but Roger couldn’t help thinking about the welcome feast. They had two main hurdles to overcome –

were in the medical tents, and then she was there in front of him – even more stunning than he’d remembered. However, not everyone was so impressed. “You have a human administering medical care? You’ve given her access to Vanaran technologies?” The Silver Dawn Alpha was aghast to

not?” Cora asked, before Sinclair, Ella or Gabriel could reply. “I was already working in shifter medicine back home – at the

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