Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 457- Negotiations

Sinclair

I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside.

“So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious.

“What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion.

“To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb -”

“Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head as I arrive at the head of the table but his face just breaks out into a grin.

“What is it?” our father asks, looking between us. I know that he can tell from my serious face that something’s up, and from Roger’s joking one that it’s well enough under control that we don’t need to take major action now.

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” І murmur, not wanting to get into it with the Atalaxian delegation already filtering into the room.

“Prince Calvin asked Ella on a date,” Roger says, leaning close so that dad can hear but speaking loud enough that I know what he said. I sigh deeply, grabbing a packet of papers off the desk and flipping idly through them, making a mental note to beat the crap out of my brother at the earliest opportunity.

“What?” dad says, looking at me with wide eyes.

“It’s not like that,” I growl, glaring at Roger. “Can we just drop it for now? We’ve got more important things to worry about.”

Dad glares at Roger too, taking my side as the majority of the persons attending this meeting begin to take their seats. Roger laughs a little but comes around to my other side, sinking into the chair on my right while my father takes his place on my left. King Gabriel is here as an advisor on our side, ready to argue staunchly against war, as well as six other pack members from our territories. My eyes scan the room, noting the presence of nine Atalaxian delegates with one empty chair.

as an aid begins to close the door, the final delegate appears: Prince Calvin, slipping into the room and heading for his chair without even looking

it, willing him to look at me, to

he doesn’t

look at me – I want him to know that I know what the hell

he’s either clever or a coward, because he keeps

truly benefit from a war. Then, with opening statements behind me, I take my seat, opening the table to conversation from both sides. The conversation is long, and drawn out, and largely unproductive. The Atalaxians are well prepared and clearly seeking war. I sigh inwardly

go to war with us. Atalaxia is a large, conservative nation with deep pockets and excellent military powers. Moon Valley is smaller, and while we have better technology, better strategic location,

it, Damon, I think to myself, scowling inwardly. You set us up

they’re pretending that they want this war because we’ve moved against them, everyone knows it’s bullshit. No,

have some truly awful ideas about gender and humanity; they would see it

it, the warrior in me wanting to go to war, to wipe the Atalaxians off the face of

who knows that this nation has no where near the resources, currently, to

even have a shot of winning, that the war will stretch

if it goes for as long as I think it could. That if I fail in these negotiations, I could be signing

beside me I feel my brother lean closer. It’s a very subtle move – he doesn’t touch me, or give any indication that he knows what I’m thinking. But still I can tell. He knows that I’m

a deep breath, grateful for

and I do about Rafe’s future. That he didn’t tell me everything he and Cora saw at the moonlight baptism we

son died young on a battlefield, Roger would have seen it.

through me at the thought and I send a prayer up to the Goddess, thanking her both for my

him, isn’t it? About the world in which he’ll grow to be a man, about the Kingdom I’ll one day hand over

at Calvin over the table, who I find looking right at

doing? Two men a King and a Prince – choosing to send our sons to war