Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

"I'm in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. "The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate... it's a corner suite."

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms. "Good girl." Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. "It’s all going to be okay."

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair's chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “ How could you, how could you?" I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

"I’m sorry, Ella." He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. "When this is all over, I promise I'll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

"But the world needs you! Not me!" I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. "And what do you think they'll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

"I need you, Ella." Sinclair argues, "I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups - my Luna. I'm not going to die, Ella." Sinclair promises. "And neither are you. We're not going to let him win, sweetheart."

'You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. "I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live."

‘The point is that you will live, trouble." He murmurs, his lips against my temple. " That's what matters most. I'd rather you hate me and live, than love me and die - and for that, I won't apologize."

"Well I do hate you!" I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

"Do you really?" He inquires, a teasing note in his voice. 'You don't sound convinced."

"Just don’t die." I beg, and I realize that I stopped fighting him at some point. Now I'm clinging to him the same way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm. We're both safe here. I can be my wolf here without harming my baby, he can claim me and we can be together forever - just the three of us.

and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There's a chance there might be some in your rooms, and even if

to find one?" I sniffle, more confused than anything else. "It was hard enough

cupboard?" Sinclair repeats, a note

hormones and trauma. 'The point is that I can't guarantee I'll be able to fall asleep again, and neither of us has any time to waste. You can't plan if you're

tell you this much," Sinclair muses aloud. "The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who know they exist, which means they

used for evacuations, which means they lead outside the

my

The worst part is that he's right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about my secrets, and

all this?" I

Besides, the royal family and the Moon Valley Alpha are supposed to function as each other's backup in times of emergency - we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the worst happens, even if we don't know

aren’t any passages in my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it

able to get out before that's necessary. If you can escape then you

I fret, blinking up at him

location fifteen minutes before the planned rendezvous - just like we did the ransom meeting." I'm surprised to hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very strong trump card as long as I'm in his grasp. "But instead of going to the

far too many ways for this situation

then we'll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then leave

if you get there and it's empty then won’t you know that I managed to get

end up in the wrong room thinking it's yours and accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the

"and there are yellow flowers

good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was - so we can follow you

lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working out the problem as if it's