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.

joke. This isn’t.” Sinclair grimaces. ‘We’re in unknown territory now – quite literally. Don’t ask

to feel safe somewhere, Dominic.” I reply gently, stroking

and suddenly

leaving me alone in a plane?”

indulgent purr, “how we ever thought you were human, I’ll never know.” Sinclair remarks dryly. “Only she-wolves can manage to be

of my past behind and out of reach. Of course, thoughts

paths for the sake of safety, and Roger, Henry and Cora had gone east while we’d gone west. It makes sense that the others had

He’s probably five or six years older than Sinclair, and thus a decade older than me, but he welcomes us with a wide

enough to embrace the other man, then

was almost a king as well. I extend my hand

a somber note entering his expression as he looks back and forth

quip, before I can

tender expression cracks, and then he’s throwing his head back with laughter. “Well I see why you picked her, Dorn.” He expresses to Sinclair, even though the mood has been permanently dampened.

Sinclair grumbles. By now I’ve been caught up on all the developments regarding the Prince’s coup, and I know these wolves consider the use of poison a cowardly, disgraceful tactic. “Still, it is hard to fathom.” He agrees, squeezing

“Come on, we’ve got a welcome party awaiting

dig in my heels. “But what about Cora and Henry?” I ask

certainly seems very clued in to our affairs. Though I suppose this should be the case, since he’s

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

I demand indignantly, feeling defiant for reasons I

course, Sinclair doesn’t seem to have any issues understanding. He simply purrs and shifts nearer. “You haven’t been examined

I insist, notching my

murmurs in a firm tone. “Don’t you want to find

from beneath my lashes, sulking even though he’s right – or perhaps because