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.

the house, I’m relieved to see that the entrance is precisely where we thought it would be. Nodding to Roger, asking him to wait, I skirt across a garden path and inspect the double doors that will lead to a set of steep stairs that head down into

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

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

his tongue hanging out of his mouth slathered in his stress. Can’t be – too easy no-no- – turn around

breath, shaking my head as I study the door. Honestly, it does feel

to turn this down? Walk away from the opportunity to infiltrate this man’s house with a 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

forward. He’s

you think?” I murmur,

just shakes his head. “But Dominic, I don’t know when we’re

run a mental hand down his ruff, asking

doors open and

stairs, peering into the darkness with my keen vision and working hard to determine if there is anything waiting for

hearing and our senses of smell

agreeing, and signal our men to follow, which

the basement steps towards the first floor, listening closely for any noises from the house. But from our position behind

all in, except for the two who we’ve left guard in the garden. Understanding, I flip

once we go through

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