Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 366-Assault Sinclair We move quickly through the sewers, getting to our launching point in less time than I had estimated it would take. I glance at my phone, not anticipating that we’d have been able to receive any messages from our home base, but disappointed regardless.

As our men range themselves on either side of the exit to the sewer, which will open directly onto Xander’s property,

Roger turns to me.

“Ready for this?” he asks, his face tight.

I simply nod to him, doing my best to ignore my wolf prowling anxiously inside my chest. Then, as one, my brother and I move forward to the front of the line. If there’s any unexpected fire, I want us to take it – not our men.

Our men stand tense behind us in two lines as Roger slowly, silently, pushes open the door. And then, with one final glance at him, I’m through.

I pull myself out of the sewer and find myself in a garden with significant cover, which is good. We sent a drone to scope out the landscape, of course, but we hadn’t quite been able to discern the height of the plants. I crouch down immediately,

looking around for anything suspicious, but am greeted only by silence – just the cool sounds of a large suburban garden at night.

I turn towards the Tudor house to my left – Xander’s home, where he’s been living since his brother left the throne. It looks…almost too innocent, too nice, to be housing such a maniacal man – who plots to get unsuspecting women pregnant and steal their babies. I shake my head, hating him anew, and then I turn back to the sewer to gesture my brother and our men forward.

As they filter out of the sewer behind me, I move forward towards the house.

Our father did good work in the past days – we have plans of the house from the city that were updated only ten years ago when Xander, apparently needing more space for his schemes, added a small extension. Those plans allowed us to identify an entrance to the house’s basement through the garden which serves our needs well.

across a garden path and inspect the double doors that will lead to a set of steep stairs that head down into the basement. My eyes flit over the wooden doors, their rusty hinges and chipped paint. When I turn to the

the chain in my hand, giving it a hard, sharp yank. It falls

brother, knowing that he’s watching my every move. He frowns at the chain in my hand, and

mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be –

deep breath, shaking my head as I study the door. Honestly,

full stock of healthy men just because it’s too easy? Isn’t it also very possible that, after twenty-some years of going unnoticed, that Xander has just begun to think of himself as untouchable and

forward. He’s at my side

murmur, looking between

a sigh, but then he just shakes his head. “But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re going to have a better chance to do this. If we

mental hand down his ruff, asking him to steady, but he shakes me off. I frown and shake my own

the doors open and peering down into the basement. “Let’s

the darkness with my keen vision and working hard to determine

otherwise largely unremarkable. We sweep the room as quickly as we can, using our hearing and our senses of smell to determine if anything is down here but… “I don’t think anyone’s been down here for months,” Roger murmurs to me when we come back

agreeing, and signal our men to

in the room, Roger and I move up the basement steps towards the first floor, listening closely for any noises from

stairs towards my men. The man in the lead nods to me, letting me know that we’re all in, except for the

once we go through

secrecy. Then, glancing once more at Roger for any reason to stop – he just holds my gaze steadily I press