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Accidental Surrogate Chapter 383-Cora’s Decision Ella

“What?” Cora asks, laughing a little as if it’s a ridiculous notion. “What on earth could I have to pick and choose from?”

“Let’s back up a little,” Roger says, tugging her into the room and gesturing

towards one of the chairs around the table. As she settles herself into a seat Sinclair pulls over the little armchair that I’ve been using when I feed Rafe, and I

murmur my thanks to him as I settle down in it. As Roger begins, Sinclair swiftly hands me all of the things I need to feed Rafe – a burp cloth, a little blanket to throw over my shoulder, etc. – and I smile to myself at his consideration in anticipating my needs without me having to ask. My Alpha is a warrior, but he’s also a sweetheart. And I’m grateful for him every day. Everyone waits for me to get settled, but then once Rafe is happily eating

Henry begins.

“We discovered,” Henry begins, his eyes moving between me and Cora, that

Xander has fled east to Adalaxia.”

“Shit,” Cora sighs, slumping down in her chair. My emotions match hers. We

knew that Xander was on the run we’d largely decimated any of his that martial

forces in taking out his priests. But our great fear was that in the time it took us to regroup, that he’d leave the country and find allies who might help him. And it looks, now, like he did precisely that.

“Is Adalaxia…a good place for him to go?” I don’t know a lot about the

neighboring kingdom, especially as I was raised as a human and hadn’t known

that overlying the map of the human world there was a hidden world of wolf

kingdoms with its own wars and politics. Of course, ever since Damon broke the

secret of the of the wolves to the human world those maps have increasingly

combined to become one, but still – what I don’t know about wolf politics could

probably fill its own book.

Which, considering that I’ll likely soon be Queen, is…unfortunate. But I force

myself to pay attention to Henry’s answer.

“Adalaxia is a notoriously ruthless wolf nation,” he sighs. “They stick even more

strictly to what they perceive as the traditions of wolf kind even more than we

do. In comparison to them we are…ridiculously liberal.”

“What does that mean?” Cora asks, crossing her arms over her chest, her face

worried and confused.

“It means,” Roger explains, “that Xander has likely found allies with a group who

would not be on board with our own nation’s current policy, which is that wolves

and humans are equal and deserve to be treated with the same respect. They

also,” he continues, hesitating now and looking between me and

that we’re having this conversation with our mates.

Adalaxians, women are…”

finishes for him. “And at

property.”

going wide. ” Seriously? Are they also a nation

time for five hundred

way to think of it,”

to read or write, they have almost a

within their

rights.”

Cora says, her face clearly displaying her disgust. “Though, it

how he tried to

broodmare.”

along with

monarchists as well. They’re likely to respect

as Xavier’s grandson, not as my son. And,

role of regent

I say, sighing as I look down

whom so

reaching out to place a comforting

he was able to get there so

caught him at the

go through a foreign

that they give him back?

whatever?”

seriously down at me. “If I was

currently, I am not.”

a second, confused, and then put all of the pieces

say, my eyes going wide. Because while

our country have been disposed of,

that my mate

hasn’t done it yet. Which means, technically, that he doesn’t

allow him to make any

can you do it?” Cora says, sitting up straight and

we do like… some kind of quick and dirty coronation?

on you and get you on a throne by

this, but there’s no real cheer in it, because

all know the answer. “It’s more complicated than that,”

First, I have to claim it,

by the governors. It’s…all a bunch

nonsense that the Atalaxians

their country, I’d have been king the

we get for wanting to live in a

say in their lives. It’s a better process –

up at

nodding down at me. “But

in, Cora,” he says, shifting his gaze