Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Bringing Aid Ella Our first night in the palace is so strange for me.

My two boys are sleeping soundly on either side of me – Sinclair sprawled out over our supersized bed (it’s much bigger than a King – I don’t even know if they have a name for it anymore; we had to make a custom order) and Rafe’s bassinet is pulled up close on my other side.

I look first at my mate and then at my little baby, smiling at each of them, marveling at how much they already resemble each other with their dark hair and their wide-set eyes, each framed with dark lashes.

My smile deepens as I look between them.

I mean, Sinclair is of course lacking Rafe’s pudgy cheeks, but the resemblance is still uncanny.

It’s very, veryclear who this baby’s daddy is.

“Rude of you, little baby,” I whisper, rolling over on my side and peeking into the bassinet, “to not bother looking like me at all.” He sighs a little in his sleep and wiggles, getting more comfortable.

It’s so cute that I think my heart might burst at the sight of it.

But the sight of my super-cute little baby can only do so much to distract me from all of the thoughts racing through my mind right now.

I roll onto my back and stare at the distant ceiling, turning them over one-by-one.

Half of them pertain to the wedding, which I really am excited about.

And I do think it’s a good idea – half of the trouble of bringing this nation together is suggesting to humans and wolves alike that this nation respects both kinds of persons – and that we’re allequal.

A marriage between them – especially as publicized as Sinclair thinks it should be will go far with both populations in suggesting that the Royal family, at least, truly embraces this idea.

I wrinkle my nose and laugh a little at the thought of myself as part of aroyal family- I’m nowhere near fancy enough for such a title – but then I sigh again, distracted.

Because Sinclair’s other point is still valid – I know, in my heart, that I want to help our citizens, helpeveryone.

what I really want to do? Is that the best use of my gifts? Then, quite suddenly,

and slide open the drawer by my bedside table, pulling out the cellphone that I haven’t had for weeks

pull up a familiar name in my contacts and send off a text: Isabel! I’ve been a bad friend – but we’re back now,

I really do feel bad about neglecting my friendship, especially after I asked her to stay here

at times, I

at having gotten started on a plan,

rolls over to turn it off, and then he flops back in his spot and

eyes in surprise when his

the alarm, I gasped and rolled away, reaching for

whisper, excited to see that I

“What?” Sinclair asks, groggy.

happening?” “Nothing,” I murmur, quickly flicking my

Ignoring him, I eagerly click

We’ve all been so worried! Please come and see

at the Refugee Center – come by any

I hear a snarl behind me and feel a gigantic

then shriek in shock as Sinclair pulls me,

growls in my ear, pretending to be angry.” Mymate? Neglectingme in the morning?” “Ohh, poor big

act that would probably make some men quail but which only makes me laugh.” We’re going to have to introduce some discipline in this house – you haveduties, little Queen -” “Ohhhh, little Queen,” I say, pressing myself tighter against him and wrapping my arms around

like this new

drag kisses along my neck

things to call you.” “Oh really,” I sigh,” rolling one shoulder back so that Sinclair can continue his path down across my collar bone

he

your phone first thing in

talking to.”

little at the feel of his lips against my skin, burying my fingers in his silky black hair and letting my head tilt back a