Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

“You look radiant.” Sinclair’s father is beaming up at me from his wheelchair, “how’s my grandbaby treating you?”

“Oh he’s certainly making his presence known.”I laugh, sliding my arms into the sleeves of my coat.

Sinclair is holding the garment up for me, then straightens it around my shoulders as if worried I won’t be warm enough. He’s been particularly on edge tonight, and though I understand his agitation, I’m beginning to tire of being treated like a china doll. “Stop fussing, Dominic, I’m fine.”

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea.” He grumbles. “

Your blood pressure was much too high this afternoon and you didn’t get nearly enough rest.”

“You’re the one who keeps telling me how important these events are.”i remind him. “And I feel perfectly well.

He’s still muttering to himself, and Henry chuckles,

You’re fighting a losing battle, my dear. There won’t be any reasoning with him – I was the same way when his mother was breeding and we weren’t campaigning.”

“It’s too much stress.” Sinclair agrees. “All the media and the royal family, on top of the crowds.”

“Not to mention your brother.” Henry adds darkly. It’s true that this is the first time l’m going to be encountering all of these people together, but it’s also far from the last. The Yuletide Feast is only the third night of the festival, and we still have four more high profile events to get through before we can relax. Even then it will only be a temporary reprieve – we still have the rest of the campaign to get through.

“I’Il be fine.” l insist. “You don’t have to coddle me. “

Both men raise their eyebrows, as if to say that this isn’t my decision and I absolutely do need to be coddled.

Sure enough, Sinclair shakes his head and overrules me.

“We’ll come home at the first sign you feel overwhelmed – and that isn’t up for debate.”

step towards the door, Sinclair pulls me back against his chest. The big Alpha

with excitement and apprehension, and I try to make my voice sound stronger than I feel. “And?”

croons, petting me affectionately. I’m only too aware that his father is only a few feet behind us and can

two, we’re going to

door and into the back of the limo, Sinclair effortlessly lifting his father into the seat and stowing his wheelchair in the trunk before joining us. I’m deeply curious to know more about Henry’s relationship with Roger, especially given the way he warned us about his presence. “Do you see Roger often?” I inquire

man’s features. “No, I’m afraid my

I apologize, realizing how personal

he shares thoughtfully, “and when you

best for the pack as well as him. Neither would have thrived under his leadership, and I haven’t ever regretted passing the

me as your heir.” Sinclair interjects, and I can see his protective side coming out in response to his father’s sadness. “He’s been after me ever since Mom died, and becoming Alpha wouldn’t have helped our relationship at all. If anything it would have created more problems. He would have mismanaged things and I would have been compelled to

know,” Henry reaches over to pat Sinclair’s shoulder, “l just can’t help thinking that there might have been a

l offer gently. “And grief blinds us all, there is

were already on the table from the start. I’m sure you did

you Ella.” Henry proclaims, managing

the fair in peaceful silence, and I find myself staring out the window at all the lavish decorations which were put up around the city yesterday. I was too preoccupied fighting with Sinclair to notice when we departed the festival, but the old town has truly been

against the backdrop of the Midwinter Fair, and though I wish we had time to explore the carnival, when we arrive reporters and photographers are clamoring around us the moment

off, they remain persistent in their demands for questions and photos. So we head straight to the feast, eager to cross the velvet ropes that will

polite as one can be with political opponents. Afterwards we move to our assigned places at the

sit down. “Oh no,” I gulp, holding my breath

at a waiter. “Can you

forth between us. I’ve got my hand over my mouth, and my face is probably very pale from holding my breath. I’m

explains, getting impatient with the man’s slowness on the uptake.

a gasp of much needed oxygen, and feeling my stomach turn in the very same second. I shake my head, knowing I’ve probably turned green and whimpering when l feel my gag reflex engage. I take off for the restrooms, knowing ifl stay “‘ll be sick

I race into the bathroom just as another woman is exiting. I can barely hear their confrontation over the sounds of my own retching, but when Sinclair doesn’t enter I know the stranger must have insisted he not set foot in the lady’s room. Propriety must have won out, but I don’t mind – I hate being sick in front of people, especially handsome men

“Oh you poor dear.” A feminine