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.”

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

the Palace, Ella. There are 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 there aren’t, I might be able to find some

able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time

cupboard?” Sinclair repeats, a note

anything else.” I defend hotly, knowing he probably can’t understand the logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll

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 they lead

whisper, my tears

only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always feel better after I’ve come clean to him about my secrets, and the cocky

know all this?” I inquire

supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the worst happens,

in my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have

“Hopefully you’ll be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can get in

what off?” I fret, blinking

the planned rendezvous – just like we did the ransom meeting.” I’m surprised to hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very strong trump card as long as I’m in

far too many ways

If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a pa*sage then leave some sort of hint for us in your

there and it’s empty then won’t you know that I managed to get out?” I object, trying

If we arrive and see the room in that state, we’ll know

are green.” I share, “and there are yellow flowers on the

would be good if you can try to leave some sort

are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working out the problem as if it’s a jigsaw puzzle. “What kind of

anything in your room you