Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

ccidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story #Chapter 151 – Exile

Ella

The journey to the hidden territories was swift once we reached the coast.

We boarded a small plane and ascended into the heavens at top speed, and I swear Sinclair didn’t relax until we were cruising at 30,000 feet. I didn’t realize how tense he’d been even after we left Moon Valley, until we were out of danger and his muscles finally unwound.

The flight took more than six hours, though I slept most of the way. When we finally landed Sinclair gently untangled our bodies, which instantly woke me. I emit a sleepy moan, looking up at him blearily. “Are we there?”

“Yes,” He confirms, leaning over to cup my cheek. “But stay here until I can make sure it’s safe, okay?”

Without another word, he disappears out the door with his men, descending the small staircase leading down to the tarmac. I lurch to my feet, moving to the windows to look outside. My first glimpse of the hidden territories takes my breath away; the horizon is dominated by a glittering lake, framed beneath the towering peaks of snow-capped mountains. At the center of the lake, looking as though it’s floating on the water, is an opulent city which is only visible at certain angles. The rest of the time it looks like nothing more than a ball of light.

Eager to get out and explore, I quickly spy my mate, prowling around the area with Hugo and our guards to make sure no danger is hiding just out of sight. In the distance I can also see a line of shiny cars waiting for us, and I roll my eyes. Overprotective wolves.

I emerge from the plane and breathe in the foreign air, my newly awakened senses a*sailed by strange and unfamiliar scents. I cradle my belly in my arms, feeling a wave of curiosity from my pup. Rafe may not know what’s going on, but he knows I’m feeling alight with interest. “Are you ready, my darling?” I ask him, “We’re going on an adventure.” He flutters in my womb, and I feel thoroughly encouraged.

I don’t even get to the end of the platform before Sinclair turns and sees me. A wave of disapproval a*sails me, and then his voice sounds in my head. I told you to stay put.

What, so you can protect me from all this fresh air and the beautiful landscapes? I sa*s in reply, taking the first step down the stairway. Sinclair bounds to my side in an instant, scooping me up and growling deep in his chest. “Naughty mate, you have no idea what dangers could be awaiting us.”

“Oh, like the bath snakes you once warned me about?” I ask archly, finding it impossible not to smile at the memory.

now – quite literally. Don’t ask me to take your safety

reply gently, stroking his jaw.

suddenly I understand why he’s always touching me. It’s not

doing leaving me alone in a

were human, I’ll never know.” Sinclair remarks dryly.

that we probably left the secrets of my past behind and out of

don’t need more explanation. When we fled we took different paths for the sake of safety, and Roger, Henry and Cora had gone east while we’d gone west. It

the back door to the middle vehicle opens, and then a distinguished looking man emerges. He’s probably five or six years older than Sinclair, and thus a

me down only long enough to embrace the other man, then promptly tucks me

but then again my mate was almost a king as well. I extend my hand to

hands around mine. “It’s an honor.” He replies warmly, a somber note entering his expression as

You didn’t do it.” I quip, before

I see why you picked her, Dorn.” He expresses to Sinclair, even though the mood has been permanently dampened. “But I do feel for you. It’s all over the news and I can’t believe it.

I know these wolves consider the use of poison a cowardly, disgraceful tactic. “Still, it is hard to fathom.” He

Gabriel confirms, gripping my mate’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ve

dig in my heels. “But what about Cora

certainly seems very clued in to our affairs. Though I suppose this should be

convinced, and though Sinclair could easily sweep me along against my will, he turns to me and rests a hand on my tummy. “We need to get settled and

doctor?” I demand indignantly, feeling defiant for reasons I don’t

issues understanding. He simply purrs and shifts nearer. “You haven’t been examined since your wolf woke, and we’ve been through a lot. You

is fine.” I insist,

to know about you.” Sinclair murmurs in a firm tone. “Don’t you want

even though he’s right – or perhaps because he is. “Yes.” I murmur