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.

literally. Don’t ask me to take your safety

I reply gently, stroking his jaw.

you’re safe is when you’re in my arms.” Sinclair shares, and suddenly I understand why he’s

leaving me alone in a plane?” I tease, nuzzling my

purr, “how we ever thought you were human, I’ll never know.” Sinclair remarks

carries me down the steps, belatedly realizing that we probably left the secrets of my past behind and out of

from the shadow pack.” I don’t need more explanation. When we fled we took different paths for the sake of safety,

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 decade older than me, but he welcomes us with a wide smile and

but showing no aggression. He puts me down only long enough to embrace the other

was almost a king as well.

replies warmly, a somber note entering his expression as he looks back and forth between

quip, before

back with laughter. “Well 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

or honorably,” 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

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

“But what about Cora and Henry?” I ask anxiously.

to collect your family once they arrive.” The King announces, surprising me. He certainly seems very clued in to our affairs. Though I suppose this should be the case, since

hand on my tummy. “We need to get settled and find you a doctor. As soon as the others

I demand indignantly, feeling defiant for reasons

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

I insist, notching my chin

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

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