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.”

way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never

emergencies. There’s a chance there might

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

repeats, a note of

the logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to fall asleep again, and neither of us has any time

aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a pa*sageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who

I whisper, my tears slowing

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 my secrets, and the cocky

do you know all this?”

father was almost King once, and we keep very close ties with the pack 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

what if there aren’t any pa*sages in my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to wait for his

necessary. If

blinking up at him with

from me. I’ll set the meet and tell him the location fifteen minutes before 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

doesn’t?” I press, seeing far too

way and go over the walls. If

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

see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re in

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

be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the pa*sage was

the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working out the problem as if it’s

there anything in your room you can