Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

hapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

.“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms. “Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups – my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

“The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. “ That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

“Do you really?” He inquires, a teasing note in his voice. “You don’t sound convinced.”

realize that I stopped fighting him at some point. Now I’m clinging to him the same way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm. We’re both safe here. I can be my wolf here without harming my baby, he can claim me and we can be together

pa*sages in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might be some in your rooms, and even if

if we’re able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to

Sinclair repeats, a note of amusement in his

probably can’t understand the logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee

this much,” Sinclair muses aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a pa*sageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who know they exist, which means they won’t be guarded. Moreover, they’re used for evacuations, which means

I whisper, my tears

its benefits.” Sinclair states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about

do you know all this?”

elders. Besides, the royal family and the Moon Valley Alpha are supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in

ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to wait for

be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can get in contact and let us know to

fret, blinking up

hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very

I press, seeing far too many ways for

fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a pa*sage then leave some sort of

won’t you know that I managed to get out?” I object,

accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re in the right place but

share, “and there are

better.” Sinclair nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about

all this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool

in your room you can use to write a coded