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.

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

snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the

begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when he’s

close

want me to do?” I ask, my voice

if I only ever admit it to myself? I want to go. 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 more

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

this man apart for asking me to dinner –

breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises a hand

for now. If you want me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia,

smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this. Warmth coils within me, heating me from

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

think on it,”

to think about?” I ask softly,

pros and cons,” he answers, taking a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it,

burst out laughing here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not a date

didn’t he invite

all growly!” I say, laughing.

me a little,

lines as 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

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

silently begging for a kiss and sending a little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and

a little frantic suddenly, wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of

mine, even though

a little as he looks down at