Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 252 – To War

Ella

“Do we have to stay too long? I ask Sinclair, snuggling up to him. ” We’ve just finished the wedding party and the party is moving to the ballroom. The orchestra warms up in the distance, and the guests slowly shrink to outside the great hall, attracted by the promise of dancing.

” I think we have to stay until the opening dance, at least . He retorts, kissing my forehead as his fingers trace circles on my thigh. “I may have hijacked this event, but it’s still part of the summit. Why? ” He asks, sliding his wolf eyes to my flushed face, ” Is there anything you’d rather be doing, little wolf? “.

I shoot him a grumpy look , “you know exactly what I do.” I want to do it, Dominic. ”

Sinclair adopts a look of confusion, which my wolf doesn’t believe not for a second. ” I’m sure not. “He lies—the rat! “Do you want to go for a run? ” _ _

The offer is surprisingly tempting. It’s been almost a week since I last let go of my she-wolf, and she carries the weight of my belly with far more grace than I do. I would give a lot for the freedom to run and play as easily as __her_ yes , and I have a feeling that the nostalgia will only increase with the course of the pregnancy . Still , I don’t let my companion distract me: “No. I have a very different activity in mind.”

“Well, you know all you have to do is ask, honey . ” Sinclair states in a gravel voice, which betrays his own desire. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. ”

I fight a groan. He knows I can’t ask for these things in public, it’s hard enough to talk those words in the privacy of our bedroom. “My cunning wolf wants to do it anyway , use his own dirty trick against him, _speaking our desires_ and leaving his own animal Inside so angry that he will be forced to drag us along like a caveman . Unfortunately, my timid sensibilities and preoccupation with political optics prevail over it, so I can only nibble on my cake and pout while Sinclair murmurs promises in my ear.

” Soon, problems. ” He calms down, his hot breath vibrating over my skin, ” I’m so Eager to take her to bed as much as you, we just have to be patient . ”

Reluctantly, I allow Sinclair to lead me to the ballroom, where we receive the honor of the first dance — both as hosts of the gathering and as a newlywed couple ‘ . Sinclair spins me across the dance floor in his arms, and I avoid becoming dizzy looking into her beautiful eyes. _

a dance, but once we’re in the moving, I remember how fun it is to spin this way, feeling lighter than the air . Only when my feet start screaming in protest does my companion immobilize me with one of the his burning looks that tell me he

if I say they’re hurting, you’ll tell me.carry to our room and rub them for me? I ask, tapping my

the front of the room . – Just one more toast

mixture . My lovely fiancée Ella was up day and night making sure everything was perfect, as well as hundreds of planners, coordinators, florists , chefs and Palace staff. “He keeps raising the glass ,” for my brother, my sister-in-law, and our friend Elizabeth, you

forgingan alliance with the bands of Vanaran in the war against Emperor Damon, and we are moving very quickly in view of the urgent situation . I cannot express the size of my respect and appreciation for all the delegations present here , as well as for its people across the continent – its support and Loyalty is

courtiers and refugees are learning this information for the first time . I look around at the crowd, watching as new hope and anticipation fills their faces assorted . Sinclair is still talking, describing the challenges ahead and the importance of this fight for shifters and humans.

possible As soon as possible, but I’m also hesitant to make promises about battle timelines. War is unpredictable and chaotic at best , and I prefer to set realistic expectations than making promises I can’t keep. However,

find my mother, that I couldn’t calculate how a _a successful alliance_ would affect my companion’s movements .

to

lift me up, but I can’t formulate

big hand circling the

into his arms and leading me to the sound of a symphony of raucous applause. No one seems to notice

soon as we’re out of reach of the ballroom

warning. “I mean , it’s , but it’s my fault. I don’t… I don’t… I didn’t expect you to be back so

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unwelcome reminder of the promises I made.I did it to myself when we left. I cannot – in good conscience – stay away now that we have the military support that we needed to. Besides, with you leaving to find your mother , there’s no reason for me