Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 456- Ella Gets a Note

Ella

I snatch the note out of my mate’s hand, muttering “he’s not my prince,” but no one really acknowledges the words as I tear the envelope open and eagerly read the short letter inside. When I see what it says, my eyebrows arch almost to my hairline.

“What is it?” Cora asks, leaning eagerly forward.

“He wants to…go to dinner,” I say, frowning a little.

“Dinner,” Sinclair says, frowning and sliding his hands into his pockets. ”

Why on earth would he want that? We have three more dinners with the Atalaxians scheduled over the next few nights, he could go to any one of those

“No, Dominic,” I say softly, looking up at him. “The note is only addressed to me.”

My mate goes still as my words, and their implications, sink in. And then his face goes dark.

“Okay!” Roger says in too-cheerful tones, wrapping his hands around Cora’s arms as he stands up, dragging her with him. “Time for us to go! It’s been a pleasure, Dom – we’ll see you later – ”

“What?” Cora gasps, fumbling to her feet and looking between Roger and me. “No, I want to stay!”

“Nope!” he says, moving her hastily for the door. “We’re out of here!”

“Roger, I’m in pajamas – ”

“If you don’t kill anyone, Cora, no one will care what you’re wearing -”

My eyes follow my protesting sister as Roger pulls her from the room, shutting the door behind them. And then my eyes snap up to my mate who glowers silently down at me, the only sounds in the room our little baby happily cooing next to us.

I didn’t do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice stern

he snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set of every single one of his

scared, not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when he’s clearly working so hard to contain

reach for the baby and gather him close to my chest before standing up and moving to my

me to do?” I

I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build bridges between our nations, but even

and I’m dying to know what it is. I want very much to go to this dinner and find out

– he’s my mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair thinks that he’s

But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling

am your Queen, Dominic,” I say quietly. “I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to see what I

smile a little. I

Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of my lower lip with the edge

me think on

about?” I

a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds

“Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not a date

why didn’t he

every time you talk to him you get all growly!” I say, laughing. ” I’m nice to him, which is beneficial for

Sinclair murmurs, snapping his teeth at me a little,

flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t kill the enemies, now you’re telling me not

my shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the

love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly,

to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate,

from mine, even though I’m still pressed tight to

he sighs, panting a little as he looks down at