Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 116

Chapter 116 – Reeling

Ella

Hugo, Sinclair and I are all staring at the television with wide eyes and slack jaws, unable to process the images flitting across the screen. It seems like every time we manage to take a few steps forward, Lydia and the Prince find a way to send us reeling back – and this is no exception.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Hugo expresses, obviously overwhelmed. “Why would he risk losing the pack’s sympathy by parading around another woman so soon after his wife’s death?”

“Trust me, Hugo – Damon isn’t the one calling the shots here. This is all Lydia.” Sinclair states gruffly. “She’s going to force her way onto the throne one way or another. Right now she’s playing the doting friend, but mark my words, by the time the election ends she’ll be in his bed.”

“How bad is this?’ I ask, looking up at Sinclair’s handsome face, “Does she have information that could hurt you?”

Sinclair squeezes my shoulders, “She knows some secrets.” He relates, “but luckily nothing I could imagine as a smoking gun. In fact most of what she knows would be more harmful to the Prince – things like my father’s attack. Things the public believes were accidents but our private investigators proved malicious.” His mouth flattens into a hard line. “The real danger is that she knows how we think, how we operate. Not to mention that the Prince doesn’t have more than two brain cells to rub together, but Lydia has plenty.”

“So what do we do?” I ask anxiously, my head replaying the news reel over and over again. “My bed rest isn’t common knowledge, and they’re making it sound like my absence from the public eye is suspicious. Do we tell everyone about my condition? Or do we make an appearance?”

“I’m afraid making an appearance might play right into their hands. This could be some sort of attempt to lure us out of hiding.” Hugo advises, looking very grim indeed.

quite a surprise, since my hearing has never been so sharp before. Wheels roll over

almost every day since we agreed to be invalids together, and

to change. I might be a wolf, but my human modesty is too deeply ingrained to allow me to strut around nude the way Sinclair does – and I’m definitely not changing in front of Hugo. When I emerge, Sinclair is also dressed, though much

and more every day, but it isn’t enough to free me of bed rest yet. We all gather around the breakfast table, the men analyzing these recent developments in low, serious voices, and me feeling like an outsider eavesdropping on matters I can’t begin to understand. It’s not that

me. They’ve been going around in circles for more than

Lydia’s still married to some other Alpha, right?” I clarify. When the men nod, I continue. “Where is he in all this?

going about this the wrong way. Instead of trying to understand their motivations, we can simply leave it at knowing they’re corrupt and respond without playing into their hands. After all, they’ll be expecting some

up her husband and

with worry. “I still don’t like

don’t need to convene a blue-ribbon committee to tell you this is all fucked six

I mean, I feel like I’m missing something.” Sinclair replies drying. “There’s something

that Princess Angeline’s death felt off – like a

one the Prince is too unimaginative to

imperceptibly, and then he clenches them shut, closing his hand

isn’t too unimaginative?” Sinclair growls, scanning our

Henry supplies easily. “And while Prince Damon might have seen his mate as little more than a trophy, he’s not the type to impulsively destroy one of his prized possessions. But Lydia wouldn’t have

both certain I’ve understood and

what other explanation do we have?” Sinclair inquires, rising to his feet and pacing back and forth behind the dining table. “If the Prince had lost his temper and beat her

it was a political scheme you would think the royal family would have staged her death and spun the details in a way that

son been parading their grief around Moon Valley for all to see?” He gesticulates, getting more and more enthused now. “I don’t think anyone in the palace knew this was coming. I think Lydia got rid of her