Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Ella

After hanging up with Sinclair, I return the King’s cell phone and look around at the gathered men.”

When does Leon arrive?”I inquire, forcing down a shiver.

“Within the hour.” Gabriel replies, solemn-faced.

Though they’d all agreed that the developments back home warranted accelerating my hypnosis sessions, none of them are happy about keeping them secret. I’m not happy about it either, but I’m also dreading another traumatizing visit to my past.

“Before he arrives I think we should take some bl00d samples from you, Ella.” Henry suggests. “I know the doctors in Moon Valley didn’t find any genetic matches for you, but there’s a chance that we can trace your ancestry by looking at genetic traits which have historically been doc.umented in certain bl00dlines. It won’t help us if the inherited genes aren’t expressed through ancestral phenotypes, but certain markers in your DNA might still allow us to draw important connections”

“But surely that would only work if my ancestors come from a bl00dline deemed worth doc.umenting.” I object uncertainly. “I mean if I come from a long line of nobodies then there won’t be anything to find.”

Phil!ppe, Henry, Gabriel and Roger exchange meaningful glances. They appear to have a full on silent conversation, trading shrugs and expressions as if batting the responsibility of answering back and forth between one another. “

What?” I finally prompt them, feeling exasperated.

“It’s just, Ella,” Roger sighs, “it’s highly unlikely that you come from random nobodies. It’s not impossible, but the fact that you survived having your wolf bound and have proven yourself a match for Dominic… that indicated a level of power that has to be passed down over centuries, getting stronger with every generation. It would explain why the Goddess chose you.. she blessed certain wolves with more magic than others from the beginning.”

I look between them curiously. “Does that mean that all of you have the same sort of lineage?” I inquire, “Given that you’re among the most powerful Alphas alive today?

least bit boastful. “The Sinclairs, Gabriel’s bl00dline,

my arms over my c.hest. “That hardly seems then what, you’re doomed to be poor

more useful than brute strength, which is why some other bl00dlines have died out because so-called weaker wolves outsmarted them. And the fact remains that fair or not, this might hold some clues to your

little girl who asked me if I’m a princess pops into my head, and I grapple with the discomfort of this idea. “I guess, though I

come on,” Roger jokes, “we’re not all

that it does me. I end up lying awake and staring at the ceiling,

stupor of the ether, the world swirling around me in a hallucinogenic haze. Henry’s hands are

time we were here you recalled being visited by a couple of priests when you were a girl. I understand that was a somewhat traumatic memory

his breath, and I squeeze his hand to

I answer, delighting in the starbursts dancing across

ever saw or spoke with those men again?” Leon inquires. “Can you recall meeting

try to focus, recalling their wrinkled faces while trying to hold off the feelings evoked by that particular memory. I’d been ready to say no, but the more I focus on the

as

know.” I stammer, not really wanting to move deeper into the possibility – after all, if my first

you. I know it’s not easy, but we need to know this. This is all to help the

my a.ssent, trying to refocus myself as he continues, “try to picture the setting. Where were they when you saw them again, what were

undergrowth, my heart pounding in my ears as adrenaline floods my veins. I have to get away. I think

breath comes in pants. There is no light in the woods save the moon, and as I race away from the monster at my back, I

going further back, Ella. Who is

did you start running?” Leon

transported to a dim alleyway a few miles from the orphanage. I’m thirteen, and it’s the first summer that Cora and I attempted to live on the streets. After fleeing the orphanage and the Doctor’s a.buse, we’d lasted two whole months picking pockets and hustling to keep our bellies full. We’d slowly learned the tricks of the trade – how to stay hidden from the authorities and enterprising gangs who might recruit us; how to hide our shelters out of sight and stay warm on the cooler nights; even how to navigate some of the city’s secret closes and