Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 419 – The Threat of War

Ella

Cora and Roger stay in the meeting room for a little breakfast as Henry escorts Sarah and Jessica from the room, wheeling beside them as they discuss some preliminary plans for Jessica’s schooling and Sarah’s own desires and ideas about her future life. I smile as Sinclair and I walk slowly behind them, Rafe curled protected in the curve of his father’s arm. I wave to my new friends as they and Henry take a left when Sinclair and I have to go right, towards our rooms.

And then, as we make the turn and are finally on our own, I huff a little sigh. Sinclair, as always, notices.

“What’s wrong, little queen?” he murmurs, moving closer to me as we walk. “I thought you’d be happy with the result of that. You did a good thing for her and, I imagine, will keep doing so. Plus, we got some very useful information about Xander.”

“Was it anything we didn’t already know?” I ask, looking up at him with a frown.

“A few things,” he murmurs, giving a shrug. “But more importantly, she’s a witness we will be able to charge Xander, formally, with…well, I guess we’d need a lawyer to spell out specifically which crimes he committed in switching sperm at a sperm bank and then attempting to kidnap the resulting child.”

Rafe gives a little burble right at that moment, making me laugh and smile over at him – my sweet baby, almost as if he knew he was being talked about.

“Well, that’s something,” I murmur, considering it. “Will we charge him, though?”

“I’m not sure,” Sinclair says. “Not that I want to let him off the hook for everything he’s done – we just…need to figure out the best way to go about it, especially as he’s now with the Atalaxians.”

reached the door to our room now and Sinclair twists the knob, pushing the door open and allowing me to enter first. I head immediately to our

the closet, sitting down on a chaise lounge that I had placed in here just for this reason. I anticipate many little chats in

put it back on its hanger.

settling back on the chaise and listening carefully. I give him a little smile and a pulse of gratitude down the bond. It means so

pants, “that I’m not sure we should be…messing with them. I mean – you heard everything that Sarah said today about

mate, my eyes full of sorrow. “The idea that Xander would go

“It makes

me in supplication. ” Part of ruling is dealing with people whom you intensely dislike. Atalaxia is a powerful nation no matter how much we disagree with their policies, we can’t

little bit. I come close to my mate then, reaching out and running my fingers through his dark hair as I look down

which we have no

one conversation with one woman in a refugee camp, and we have testimony against Xander now. If abuse is as widespread in Atalaxia as

Sinclair murmurs, looking seriously up at me. “What would you have

not – not trying to talk you into anything, Dominic, or persuade you one way or another. I just…I know that to not oppose tyranny is in some ways to accept it,

over it?” he asks, quiet but genuine. I go pale at the idea, because I am so… so sick of

build my life, and raise

that piece at the expense of others? Would I allow innocents to suffer so that I can sleep peacefully in

sighs. “That wasn’t a fair question – you have all good points, and

reality though, isn’t it? If I’m saying

could be war either way,” he

I ask, my