Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 462- Back to my Mate

Ella

Immediately, I tear myself away from him. “What!?” I gasp, appalled at the idea.

His face falls in horror, in disappointment. “Ella, I – ”

But I don’t say another word to him. Instead, I spin and hurry back into the dining room as fast as I can. Conner, seeing me coming, is immediately on his feet, a growl in his throat.

“What’s wrong,” he snaps as I press myself to his side, his arm going instinctually around me, protecting me. “What did he do?”

“Nothing,” I breathe, glancing back at Calvin who looks at me with a hand over his mouth, as if he could cup the words he just said into his palm and shove them back down his throat. “Can we just…can we go home?”

“Did he touch you!?” Conner snaps, looking at me, appalled.

“No, Conner!” I say, my voice breaking as I look up at him a little desperately. “It’s fine – it’s all fine! Can we just go!?”

His eyes sweep over me as his growl intensifies, but when he sees that I really am all right he’s immediately in action, moving me quickly to a fire exit next to the elevator and hastily pushing open the door, ushering me quickly down the set of stairs as he lifts his phone to his ear, calling the car and telling it to be ready right now.

The hostess gasps a little as we burst out of the staircase, but Conner ignores her as he ushers me out of the restaurant and over to our car, which immediately pulls up to the curve.

My whole body is still shaking with the intensity of the last few minutes. It might even be trembling harder now, because while I started to tremble because of whatever thing is between Calvin and I, I’m starting to shake harder now as I try to work through the implications of this.

“Luna,” Conner says, his voice worried as he helps me duck into the car and then climbs in after me, shutting the door. “Are you all right!?”

“Um,” I say, looking up at him, wrapping my arms around myself.

His eyes go wide when I don’t immediately say “yes.”

Frantic, he barks at the driver to go and then slips off his jacket and wraps it tightly around my shoulders, using his hands to chafe at my arms, trying to warm me up. And while honestly it does nothing – I mean, I’m not actually cold.

his efforts, his

into my friend a little just a little, murmuring a thank-you as I pull

Mate.

Mate!

– Sinclair

But…

Sinclair – I know he’s my mate, my fated mate, and that what we have is so much deeper than just a chosen mate. I mean, our connection, our finding each other, our family – it was fated, envisioned for us even as

my bones, we are fated mates, in our

But…

my lip

mate before me. And it hadn’t been a good fit but they had been sure: the bond was there, she was his fated mate, and

Sinclair can

sense that I could

at the agony of the idea, leaning my head against Conner, who wraps a tight arm around

he growls at the driver, “I’m going to rip your damn head off and

wide eyes, but he does indeed step on it.

need to be home, with my mate

Right. Now.

at my side as he gets me home, helping me out of the car in the garages below the palace and escorting me through

murmur, stopping and

at the very short space between us and the door to my suite as if a

at him seriously. “I am so grateful for how good you’ve been to me

me. “You’re well, you’re our Luna, and our Queen

say, handing his jacket back to him. “But Sinclair is going to be…volatile this evening,” I say, my lips pressing into a thin line. “And

because he was so nice and comforting to me in the car,

deep sigh before looking up at me. “What did that asshole do to

insist, shaking

didn’t do anything bad – just…just let me handle Sinclair, all right? And maybe…make yourself scarce for twenty-four hours

little pale. “All right,” he murmurs, nodding. Then he