Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 225 – Camp Visit

Ella

James is just within reach now, and my wolf can’t help but think about how very biteable the soldier suddenly looks, in fact, he looks downright mouthwatering. There’s a tender bit of flesh poking over the top of his belt, where muscle and fat stores combine to give the man his barrel-like build. I could easily sink my fangs in there without inflicting permanent harm, not to mention it would hurt like hell. Then again… just in case I do want to do lasting damage… other much more vulnerable parts aren’t so far away.

I’ve never had such bloodthirsty thoughts before, but I also don’t question them – not after James suggested the attack on my mate was somehow fortuitous. “Lucky?” I repeat sharply, prowling closer now and trying to remember that Isabel would hate me if I truly hurt him. “Lucky that he lost his Beta and closest advisors? Lucky that he almost lost his own life? Just where do you think this pack would be without him, was it luck that got all those refugees off the continent?”

“No it was me!” James argues back, his color rising. “I’m the one who’s been going there every day and witnessing their tragedies. The other and pilots and I have been dealing with this madness all on our own, and now we don’t only have to look out for armed attacks, but for spies too? It’s too much!”

“And who gave you the planes and money to make the trips?” I counter, my hands on my hips. ”Who gave you the other pilots, and a safe place to land? Who worked with Gabriel to give our people a second home here? Who arranged for the nursery where your own daughter now lives?” I’m pacing now, and I can feel Sinclair hovering close behind me, prepared to reach out if I lost control of my wolf completely. “None of that was luck, James. That was all Dominic – all his sacrifices.”

“As they should be.” James hisses back. “That is the duty he bears, the oath he takes as an Alpha. What you do not understand about being a soldier is that no wolf, no matter how important, is worth the lives of innocent civilians. If it comes down to it, the Alpha should die protecting his people, rather than let them be hurt.”

“Well he can’t very well go back and hold up the entire front himself!” I burst, throwing my arms out in exasperation. I look to Henry, Gabriel and Roger to back me up, but they only watch in silence. “What would you have him do, James? Go home and set up his army between Damon and the refugees? So that the spies have to go through him first?”

“Maybe he should.” James suggests simply, looking past me to my mate.

The taut leash I’ve been holding on my temper – and my wolf – snaps, and suddenly I’m lunging for the pilot with a vicious growl. A powerful arm catches me around the middle before I can sink my claws in James’s handsome face, and a familiar voice purrs in my ear. “Easy now, trouble. James is right.”

I swing around to look at him in outrage. “How can you say that, he–”

“Compared to what they might have attempted, we were lucky they only attacked a few high ranking wolves – wolves who were all combatants in this war, rather than civilians. I would always rather the target be me than one of my people. You know that, Ella.” Sinclair replies gently. “And putting myself between Damon and the refugees isn’t a new idea, baby.”

isn’t?” I inquire, my voice suddenly very small as I turn to look

to plan a coup. But it wasn’t an easy decision, Ella. I know that our people will hurt worse for the strategy, and when this is all over they’ll be within their

reaffirm, knowing he doesn’t need my approval, but that it always helps. “You can’t protect us

him. My wolf snipes as I

warns, pulling me close

on, just a little one? I whine. He probably

he wants to smile. Then

moment, adrenaline still pumping through my heart in over time.

last verbal statement, rather than my ferocious thoughts. “Dwelling on the past won’t do us any good now. We need to figure out how to keep

papers like a commercial airline – most of them have lost everything

like an invitation to Damon.” Gabriel adds, “Besides, I don’t want the relief efforts to be

“That video I showed you is

we can barely get the planes on the ground,

ask, “They’ve got drones and state of the art weapons and who knows what else. Isn’t

IDs would be useless because most of the refugees aren’t known to us.”

the law in the past. So between service and arrest records, we should be able to identify the majority of Damon’s forces with facial ID technology? Right?” I pose, wanting to make sure my logic is correct.

Henry praises, nodding in approval. “Could we do it without further frightening the refugees? I’d hate for them to see the drones and think they were

have to be gentle about it so they knew we aren’t suspicious

exhales, not sounding discouraged, but daunted. “Our pilots would need to be trained for striking that kind of balance. How do you interrogate someone’s