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.”

promise you won’t leave my side?” I

my word.” He

I concur, not feeling half as

clothes before we check out. However Sinclair doesn’t leave, he stays

off, hoping he’ll pick up on

He asks, a knowing smile on his

you.” I protest, my cheeks going bright pink. “I’m only wearing underwear

brow furrows, but there’s a devious glint to his intense eyes which makes me think he knows exactly what I mean. “Human modesty.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “So prudish, you’ll see soon enough, wolves

down from the table and regretting it instantly. A second ago I was equal

they are, why would we hide them?” He questions silkily, the same devilish smile

I grumble, “fine.” Whipping the gown off over my head, I stomp over to the corner where I left my clothes neatly folded. I

didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.” He

down that easily. You might have seven senses or whatever, but it will take more than that to

closes the distance between us, invading my space with his

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think?” I ask a few hours later, as I stand in front of a full length mirror in a gown which costs more than my

gaze running up and down my body as

shopping trip. I’m enamored 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

of days ago he only glared at me, now he always seems to look at me fondly. “Did you find nothing about my finances when

recall that he gives at least half his fortune to the less fortunate. “If you still have this

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

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 match my

nods. “It suits you, besides, it covers

that matter?”

I haven’t marked you, and I

squeak, not understanding what this

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

too focused on Sinclair to fully process his