Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Sinclair Visits the Refugees

Sinclair

When we arrive at the air field, I do my best to keep Ella from feeling my nerves. As loathe as I am to admit it, part of me is still terribly afraid that my people will blame me for everything that’s happened. My angel of a mate did wonders assuaging my own guilt, but I know how grieving and heartbroken people often need someone to blame for the world's cruelty. The Alpha in me kind of wants them to lash out at me, because I know I can take it and at the end of the day the responsibility is my own. The man in me, however, is beyond agitated by the thought of the pain this would surely bring.

Ella glances up at me as we move towards the tents, leaning her slight weight into my side and sending a rush of affection through our bond. It will be okay. Her precious wolf says to mine, and an image of the rose gold canine cuddling up to my brooding black beast appears in my mind’s eye. I pull her a bit closer, purring my thanks in her mind.

I know. I assure her. I’m always okay when I'm with you.

Ella's cheeks flush pink, and while this usually might put all sorts of ideas in my mind about how to make her blush more, the matter at hand is much too serious. When we enter the first and largest tent, a hush falls over the sprawling space. Whispers of the Alpha start fluttering through the air, and I force myself to meet the eyes of each of the refugees. I'm mildly surprised to realize that the shifters in front of me come from all corners of the continent, far beyond the borders of my own pack. Yet they all call me Alpha with the same tone of reverence.

"I'm sorry I have not visited sooner.” I state, raising my voice to be heard at the far end of the tent. "My beautiful mate convinced me that constantly focusing on war wasn’t good for me or fair to you, and as usual, she was exactly right.”

An appreciative chuckle travels through the crowd, and sweet Ella turns her body into mine, hiding her embarrassed face in my shoulder. I rub her back and drop an amused kiss to her hair, my wolf purring through the bond, What's wrong trouble, you only like my praise in private?

Apparently feeling emboldened, her wolf answers. Oh so you want me to share my blushes with all these other wolves? I would have thought you wanted them all for yourself but if you insist- before she can turn back I lock my arm around her waist, holding her in place.

Naughty mate. I tease, both amused, provoked and thankful that Ella is relieving some of my tension exactly when I need it most. Feeling heartened, I continue. "I cannot express the depth of my sorrow and fury for what has happened to our home. None of you should be here, none of you should have been forced to flee your ancestral lands, especially not at the hands of the person who is supposed to protect and care for you most. Damon's actions are a betrayal of the very worst kind, and though I cannot undo the damage that has already been done, I want you to know that I am doing everything I can in order to bring him down."

my words are being received. I see only wide, hopeful eyes, so I continue with the statement that scares me most of all. "I also need you to know how difficult it was for me to leave Moon Valley, and that I never would have done so if I saw another option. It goes against every instinct in my body to flee rather than stand and fight, but I could see the writing on the wall. I could see that the Prince was going to win this battle and that if the united packs were to stand any chance of winning the war, then we had to survive and

events on the continent, and when the time is right you have my vow that I will return to lead the rebellion against Damon. We will take back our home, and we will do everything in our power to

to me so I can feel the depth of

share, any concerns you need to voice, any needs you require to be fulfilled. I want to hear it all - good or bad." I continue, my voice growing strong again amidst my mate's encouragement. "I may not be able to visit as often as I like, but as long as we are here in Vanara, my door is always open to you, and I will set up channels to ensure you all

angry, as one might expect, others have problems or grievances to air about the camp or people they left behind. However the vast majority of people have only kind words and thanks to share. My heart grows lighter and lighter as more and more shifters express how grateful they are for what we're doing,

meet a young couple with a pair of twin

targeted by the Prince's forces for being a possible contender to replace the murdered Alpha. "You must know what a symbol you two have become back home.” He

who is thoroughly distracted by the little ones at her feet, takes a moment to process his

His wife confirms earnestly. "At first it wasn’t clear that you got out, but then Damon put a bounty on your heads, blaming you for the murder of the King and the

idiot." Her husband mutters. "He made it possible for the entire resistance to form around you. Everyone knows you're out there somewhere, plotting, waiting until the time is

mean... people aren't angry that I set all this in motion... that

are the only thing keeping them going." The she-wolf expresses, still sounding bewildered. "The way they see it, you were brave enough to risk everything, including your own campaign, in order to do right by the people. And trust us, everyone would rather you run

my knees and crumple in half, lowering my face into my hands and breathing an aching sigh of relief. Ella's tiny paw settles on my back, stroking my spine in long, soothing lines as her silken voice sounds in my

mere sight of her smile. I catch her nape and pull her

excitedly in baby language. When I turn back to the father, I find him watching me with a knowing expression. "It's amazing isn't it. How the tiniest look, the simplest gesture, can send you over the edge?

feel this way about anyone, and I've