Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 153

#Chapter 153 – Late Night Comfort

Ella

“Won’t you come to bed?” I inquire, leaning over Sinclair’s back and wrapping my arms around his neck. ‘You need to rest.”

My mate is sitting at his computer drafting emails and marching orders, secret correspondences to his allies and spies across the continent. He’s been trying to figure out some way to get a message to the people of the united packs, to let them know we’re alive and will not forsake them. So far the best plan we’ve come up with are for willing rebels to post bulletins and spray paint messages throughout the various cities, as well as anti­authoritarian propaganda. No one likes the idea of civilians endangering themselves in order to get the word out, but we don’t have much choice. This is a whole new world we’re living in.

“In a while.” Sinclair murmurs, rubbing his scruffy jaw against my cheek before turning to kiss me. My wolf is reaching out to his, trying to get a sense of his emotions, but she just keeps coming up against a brick wall.” You go get some sleep, baby.” “But I want to sleep with you.” I complain, not even caring that I’m whining. I know I can’t help Sinclair unless he lets me, and I’ll stoop to any low in order to convince him.

“I know, trouble. I’ll be there soon.” He replies, kissing me again. “I just want to finish a few things up first.”

agree, and slink off towards the sumptuous bed – my new nest – and climb inside. It doesn’t feel right without my mate, and I realize that I a*sociate Sinclair with safety the same way he does with me. Our wolves don’t feel content unless they’re together. I decide to try to call him to

wake again, and as I blink my eyes open and reach for Sinclair, I realize I’m still alone in bed. I glance at the clock, seeing that it’s almost three in the morning – four hours since I went to bed. I climb out of my nest and groggily stumble towards the door. As soon as it opens I hear the distant buzz of a video, though I’m not sure what’s happening in the feed. It sounds like scenes from a war zone, and I

through the streets of Moon Valley, forcing people out of their homes for interrogations and

I murmur, rubbing my

to spread his propaganda, and the people are risking their lives to get the word out.” As we watch, the shifter taking the video gets the attention of one of the soldiers, who storms over demanding to see what they’re filming. The soldier raises his fist and then the

of this development. My wolf howls with the knowledge that these are members of our own pack, suffering terrible abuses and without anyone to protect them. I can only imagine how much worse this feels for my mate, even though he’s shielding me

stony face. “I know you’re hurting and I want to help. Don’t push

purrs, dragging his lips over my brow. “I know you want to help, sweetheart. The problem is that there isn’t anything to be done. This isn’t going to get better until I find a way to make things right, and I’m afraid that won’t happen

problems onto you as well.” “But your problems are my problems.” I argue. “We’re in this together.” ‘Trust me, Ella, I’m well aware of that.”

I inquire anxiously, not

I inform him sternly, pointing at the computer screen. “I would be bankrupt, heartbroken, thinking I was barren, with a trapped wolf and nothing but an abusive employer and deadbeat ex-boyfriend – and that

the only home you’ve ever known.” He

gave me insights into my own past which I never knew existed before.” I insist. “And I’ll tell you something else. You didn’t trick me into walking away from my old life. Your wolf, as irresistible as he is, didn’t lure me away with promises of sunshine and rainbows. I convinced you to take me on, do you remember that? I started all this.” “And you had no idea what you were getting into.” Sinclair replies coolly, echoing a sentiment he’s made a few times before. “But I did. I was so determined to win the

I wrench myself out of his lap and stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. “Shut up.” I hiss angrily, surprising my