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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

hesitating now and

like the fact that we’re having this conversation with our mates.

Adalaxians, women are…”

best,” Sinclair finishes

property.”

eyes going wide. ” Seriously? Are they also a nation

frozen in time for five hundred

think of it,” Roger says, tilting his

there are not taught to read or write, they have almost a

culture and stay strictly within their

rights.”

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

why Xander would go there, considering how he tried

broodmare.”

nodding along with her.

well. They’re likely to

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

the role of

say, sighing as I look down at

around whom so

place a comforting hand on

unfortunate that he was able to get there so fast.

we had caught him at the border, had been able

a foreign government

“Can’t we just…demand that they give him back? Extradition,

whatever?”

looking seriously down at me.

currently, I am not.”

for a second, confused, and

say, my eyes going wide. Because while

been disposed of, and it’s

mate will

done it yet. Which means, technically, that

allow him to

do it?” Cora says, sitting up

do like… some kind of quick and dirty coronation?

you on a throne

of this, but there’s no real cheer in

we all know the answer. “It’s more

a hand through his hair. ” First, I have to claim it, and then

ratified by the governors. It’s…all a

the kind of bureaucratic nonsense that the Atalaxians

I’d have been king the

little, rueful. “That’s what we get for wanting to live in a

their lives. It’s a better

looking up at him. “Can we

can,” Sinclair says, nodding down at me. “But this

in, Cora,” he says, shifting