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.”

of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm. We’re both safe here. I can be my wolf here without harming my

Palace, Ella. There are pa*sages in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might

confused than anything else. “It was hard

cupboard?” Sinclair repeats, a note of amusement in his

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 be

everyone would be if you can find a pa*sageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who know

whisper, my tears slowing

see, sometimes telling me the truth has its benefits.” Sinclair states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always

do you know all

forget that my 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

ask nervously, knowing it

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

fret, blinking

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 Prince is still standing afterwards, then again,

far too many ways for this situation

you? If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over

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

location, or we could end up in the wrong room thinking it’s yours and accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room

I share, “and there are yellow flowers on

sort of clue about where the pa*sage was – so

this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist, working out the problem as if it’s a

there anything in your room you can use to write a