Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#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.

wolves and humans are equal and deserve to be treated with the same respect. They would also,” he continues, hesitating now and looking between me and Cora, “really not like the fact that we’re having this conversation with our mates.

Sinclair finishes for

Are they also a nation that’s been frozen in time for five hundred

there are not taught to read or write, they have almost a completely separate culture and stay strictly within their

disgust. “Though, it makes sense why Xander would go there, considering how he tried

well. They’re likely to respect Rafe’s claim to our future throne as Xavier’s

down at my baby, this innocent little person around whom so

on my shoulder. “It’s unfortunate that he was able to get there so fast. This would all be much easier if we had caught him at the

ask. “Can’t we just…demand that they give him

Sinclair replies, looking seriously down at me. “If I was King.

blink up at him for a second, confused, and then put all of the pieces together. “Ohhhh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Because while all of the other claims to the throne within our country have been disposed of, and it’s rather a foregone conclusion that my mate

technically, that he doesn’t yet have access to any of the powers which

says, sitting up straight and looking easily at Sinclair. “Can we do like… some kind of quick and dirty coronation? Slap a crown on you and get you on

more complicated than that,” Sinclair says, running a hand through his hair. ” First, I have to claim it, and then my claim has to be ratified by the governors. It’s…all a bunch of bureaucratic nonsense. Interestingly the kind of bureaucratic nonsense that the Atalaxians

looking up at him. “Can we get

down at me. “But this is where your choice comes in, Cora,”

says, spreading out her hands on the table. “I can’t with the

the state military and protection,” Roger says quickly, “we