Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 15

Chapter 15 – Learn werewolf

Ella

“What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!”

“You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.”

“I don’t know.” I fret, “what if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’ll be with you the whole time.” Sinclair vows. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you put your foot in your mouth.”

This does make me feel better, but I’m still woefully far from feeling confident in my ability to pa*s as a completely different species. “Can’t we wait a little while?” I request anxiously. “I promise I’ll never miss another event, I just need a little more time.”

“Ella, the elections are in three months.” Sinclair says softly. “We don’t have much time to waste. Very few people change their minds at the last moment. My image has been marked with controversy from day one because I don’t have a family.”

“I don’t understand, why is that so controversial if the King is something people vote on. It’s not like having an heir is going to decide the future of succession.”

“Because it’s not about succession. It’s about personal stability. Unmated Alphas are viewed as being more temperamental and aggressive. If I have a mate and a pup however, people will view me as more grounded and cautious.” Sinclair explains.

“Is that true?” I ask, “that unmated alphas are wilder?”

Sinclair grimaces but nods, “To a degree, yes. Some men are more or less aggressive naturally, but it makes a difference when you have someone to take care of – someone who might be harmed if anything happened to you.”

“Okay, so you’re saying it has to be tomorrow?” I surmise, “the sooner you turn your image around, the better.”

“That’s right.” Sinclair agrees. “As long as you’re well enough, I need you there.”

you promise you won’t leave

have my word.” He

then.” I concur, not feeling half as

to change clothes before we check out. However Sinclair doesn’t leave, he stays in the exam room as if he expects me

he’ll pick up on my train of

He asks, a knowing smile on his handsome

protest, my cheeks going bright pink. “I’m

what I mean. “Human modesty.”

the table and regretting it instantly. A second ago I was equal to Sinclair in height,

why would we hide them?”

eyes at the big man, I grumble, “fine.” Whipping the gown off over my head, I stomp over to the corner where I left my clothes neatly folded. I tug them on quickly, but not so quickly that

you’d actually go through with it.” He confesses. “But

You might have seven senses or whatever,

smirk only grows as he closes the distance between us, invading my space with his

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ask a few hours later, as I stand in front of a full length mirror in a gown which

his penetrating gaze running up and down my body as I try on yet another

by the stunning clothes around us, but it seems so extravagant to spend so much on material things. I’m only too aware that orphans are starving in this very

smiles at me. How has our relationship changed so quickly? A couple of days ago he

I answer tritely. However then the memory rises, and I recall that he gives at least half his fortune to the less

thoughtfully. “Maybe I should.” I can only blink, Mike never listened to my advice – or indeed anything I said – with so much attention. It’s only

to shake myself out of my thoughts, I change the subject. “So the green one?” I confirm, knowing precisely the dress to which he’s referring. It’s the same emerald shade as his eyes, and studded with gemstones and rose gold accents that precisely

“It suits you,

matter?” I question

marked you, and I don’t

me?” I squeak, not understanding what this

get that far?” He guesses, rising from the dressing room chair and prowling towards me. My pulse sp ik es as he approaches, and suddenly I realize why I’d felt like a rabbit facing a wolf when I went to plead Cora’s case with him. That’s basically what we are, he could snap me up in one bite, and I’d be helpless to stop him. “A mark,” He begins, h o o king his finger under the spaghetti strap of my gown and tugging it off my shoulder, “Is the way a

focused on Sinclair to fully process his works.