Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 75

Chapter 75 – The Prince Slips Up

Ella

As the Prince and I move around the dance floor, I’m only too conscious that every eye in the room is on us. Of course, none of those eyes weigh on my shoulders so heavily as Sinclairs. I’m working hard not to accidentally send him any signals that I need to be rescued, but it isn’t easy – especially after the Prince just confronted me with one of the many lies I’ve been telling.

“That’s not surprising.” I bluff. “I lived a quiet life before coming here.”

“There’s quiet and then there’s nonexistent.” The Prince mutters bleakly. “And forgive me but I find it highly suspicious that you made absolutely no impact on your prior pack. After all – one would expect a she-wolf qualified to be Luna to have a high profile.”

“Believe it or not,” I begin, deciding to tell at least one truth tonight, “but I didn’t find my strength until I met Dominic. He’s helping me recognize that my power was always there, but sometimes it takes seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes to appreciate the parts of ourselves we take for granted. So, no I didn’t have a high profile in the Bloodbane pack.”

The Prince scoffs. “I wouldn’t be so quick to admit that, Ella. Just imagine what the council would think if they knew.” His tone implies advice, but his eyes glint with an obvious threat.

“I’ll gladly tell them myself.” I counter co olly, “I’m not ashamed of my past, and I think people need leaders who can be honest about their journeys. No one starts out in this world as a force of nature; they become one after being molded and weathered by the elements. Dominic and I are examples of how even the strongest of our kind become so through resilience and strife, as well as the people with whom you surround yourself – not blind ambition.”

The Prince has been keeping his voice low, no doubt afraid of being overheard, but when I continue to speak at a volume guaranteeing others will hear our conversation, he loses his temper. “Would you keep your voice down?!”

“Why, don’t you want people to know our positions?” I counter, feeling an unfamiliar sp ik e of adrenaline. Is this how hunters feel when they know they’re closing in? When they’ve got their target cornered. “Don’t you want them to be fully informed before the election?”

how things are done!” The Prince

adhere to outdated traditions just because that’s the way

I have scant seconds before Sinclair will appear and sn atch me away from the Prince so he can attack, so I offer the tyrant in front of me

little fear I truly fear. “Growling at breeding she-wolves half your size really seems like a practice that should have been left in the

me close enough so he can hiss in my ear, “You dumb bi tch, I don’t know how you survived last night, but mark my words, I’m going to get rid of

give into my instincts to growl back at him. I don’t care if he’s threatening me, but the idea that he’s threatening my pup makes me want to rant and rage – to destroy him no matter the

for my child. The problem is that it might cost us the campaign – I know how important it is for me to continue looking calm and unintimidated by the Prince. If I let the people around us see my fear or anger I’ll lose the upper

and snap back the way I want to. He suddenly steps into our path, all rugged good looks and raw power. My belly swoops and flutters when I see him, and the

laugh, “It’s only been

as he sweeps me into his arms. We spin away

Sinclair’s arms, does he drop his lips to my ear. “What did he say

“I’m not sure I should tell you, not here at

edge in his voice that tells me he’s not merely jesting. He might have chosen the words to make me laugh, but

peeking up at him. “He threatened me and the baby, told me to leave while

see his handsome face. Still, I can picture him glowering at everyone around us, staring daggers at anyone who sets eyes on me –like a dragon guarding its treasure. “Don’t worry, Ella.” Sinclair rumbles, his strong hands caressing my spine. “I won’t let him hurt

know you won’t.” I a*sure him, leaning close so he can feel my

truth. I do trust Sinclair, despite everything I’ve been

and terms of endearment, his earlier threats are still ringing in my ears, and I have to wonder whether I have another punishment ahead of

says yes or no. There’s something strangely addictive about his dominance, and I’m still aching for his touch. At the time I thought the longing would pa*s with time, but it seems like my hormones have gotten the better of me. Rather than pa*sing,

a terrible mistake. You helped me stay calm when I was completely out of control. You don’t