Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 453 – Fallout

Ella

I spin around to face my mate, my hands on my hips, ready to defend myself. But he closes the distance in an instant, taking my face in his hands.

“Are you all right?” he growls, looking down into my face, his eyes quickly moving over my features. My mouth falls open a bit and I blink in surprise. “I’m fine, Dominic.”

“Thank god,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me and gathering me to him in a tight hug. “I mean, I’m mad as hell, Ella I can’t believe you did that, but -”

“Dominic!” I protest, pulling back a little and frowning up at him. “How could I not have done that!?”

“Are you seriously asking me how you could have not jumped out of the window and attacked a man under the explicit protection of a nation about to take us to war? How you could have just let the palace guards that we hired to protect our people handle it, like they were about to do?”

I narrow my eyes at him, but…well. I also see his point.

Still. I stand by it – every moment of it.

“His life was mine to take,” I say, my voice more of a growl than I intended it to be. “Mine, Dominic. And no – I didn’t do it for vengeance, but he crossed a line tonight, trying to take Sarah and Jessica like he did. Would you have let him live, after he did that?”

Sinclair’s mouth tightens into a thin line. “No,” he says, answering honestly. “I’d have had the guards shoot him, take the shot as soon as they safely could.”

“His death was mine,” I repeat. “If someone was going to take it, I wanted the blood on my hands. And you, of all people, know why.”

Sinclair steps back from me a second, looking down at the man’s blood quite literally all over me. And then he sighs, and shakes his head, and surprises me by starting to tug at my shirt.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“What, would you like to sleep in your blood-soaked clothing, Ella?” He asks, glaring at me a little. “You need a shower, and to get changed.”

“Oh,” I reply, realizing that he’s helping me. And so I take a step back, raising my hands and letting my mate pull my shirt over my head.

“It’s not that I disagree with any of the things you did,” Sinclair says softly as he helps me strip. He pauses and glares at me when he sees the long cut along my side, but I roll my eyes before closing them and accessing my gift. It just takes a second – it’s a scratch, honestly and when I open my eyes I’m all healed up.

Sinclair can see the skin again smooth and healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower, turning the water on so it’s nice and steamy, just how

turning to me again. “I’m not sad to see him go,

the shower as Sinclair strips his own tuxedo, now likewise stained with my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen now. I

both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m nearly finished. I rinse myself off as

pictures, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice apologetic. “There may have

water and step out of the shower. He hands me a towel, looking at me with a blank face. “It will…be what it

the door as I towel off. “All the good press will we

my naked waist and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle

“You think it’s fixable?”

the Queen,” he says, shaking his head with a little shrug. ” No

a little, looking up at him.

he raises his head more and swats me on the ass,

kiss him again, grateful that he’s on my side. I know that he’s madder than he’s letting on, and that this really is a big

good to know that

me, twisting my hair up into a quick bun before

her side, a tablet in her hands. Roger stands next to her,

down at the tablet.

head as she concentrates on me. “The press is getting wind, and social media is already going

you – are you all

fine,” I say, stepping to Roger’s side and reaching for my baby. “But forget about the

looks around at all of us, worried and confused. “We’ve been getting reports, and the aids are desperate to come in and

is?” Sinclair says, crossing

locking eyes with me and nodding. “I mean, I personally wouldn’t have leapt from the window to

line – he was going to get taken out. It was just a question of

we all agreed?” I ask, looking

me. “Wait, why am I being singled

shrugging a little.

she says,

none of us say anything, because honestly, that’s

see that man meet his end. Did I wish that that responsibility fell