Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Knocking Some Sense into the Alpha

Ella “Dominic, what are you talking about?” I ask, shocked beyond belief by his last statement. Any tiredness I’d been feeling after my long, emotionally draining, day dissipated the moment Sinclair claimed responsibility for the war. Just in case, I push myself up into a sitting position so that I can’t be lulled unwillingly to sleep by my crafty mate.

Sinclair takes a deep breath, not quite meeting my gaze. ”lf I hadn’t called that press conference, if I hadn’t publicly accused him of treason, none of this would have ever happened.”

For a moment I ponder this, testing it for validity. I don’t want to invalidate Sinclair’s feelings, so I’ll consider his statement and give him my honest a*sessment. Unfortunately for him, it doesn’t take long for me to come to the opposite conclusion. “That’s ridiculous.” I object, apparently forgetting my intention not to invalidate him. “Dominic, if you hadn’t called the conference then the press was going to firebomb your campaign in the morning. We would have lost and he would have come to power anyway. You did everything in your power to prevent that from happening.”

“Yes, but if we’d just let them run the story and accepted the consequences of our lies, he wouldn’t have needed to stage a violent coup, he simply would have won the election. The King, the Alpha council and the Elders would all still be alive if I hadn’t tried to beat him at his own game.” Sinclair reasons miserably, shifting my body off of his so that he can sit up as well. To my immense hurt, he turns his back to me, though I know he’s only acting out of his own guilt and shame.

“We couldn’t have known what would happen, my love.” I state gently, crawling up behind him and ma*saging his broad shoulders.

Sinclair exclaims. “I knew what Damon was – I knew what he was capable of.

we did the best we could with the information we had. “We were between a rock and a

Sinclair grumbles. “I would have lost the throne but at least all of the people he’s murdered and tortured would still be here. It didn’t have to be me.” He shakes his head, his hands curling into fists. “It was my fucking pride, my ego –

I realize why he’s been shielding so many of his feelings from me since we arrived. I thought he was protecting me from his stress, and then his guilt for my own plight, but it was so much more. He wasn’t just blaming himself for bringing me into his world… he was blaming himself for the entire war. My wolf begins

deep breath, I try to make my voice firm and even. “You did the best you could with the information you had.” I begin,

don’t negate all the pain, death and chaos I caused!” Sinclair interrupts, surging up from the bed and abruptly ending my ma*sage. “I could have done more. I could have worked harder, been better, smarter! It

problem, because if you think that you’re so powerful and all-knowing that you could have stopped all this on your own, then you’re clearly delusional.” I climb out of bed, following my brooding Alpha. “Stop giving yourself so much credit, Dominic. You weren’t alone in this. Where was the Alpha council, the elders when Damon was campaigning? This government is supposed to have

barely contained ire. “If I had gone to them

was an unhinged lunatic.” I scoff. “You saw how easy it was for the reporters at the conference to believe our claims, to turn on him.

trying to hold back, then adds. “And the worst part of all is that I left my people! I abandoned

for things that aren’t his fault! My wolf snarls, her volume so staggering that I

him. I’ve never been one to yell, and I’ve certainly never been this furious with my mate. “I won’t stand here and let you torture yourself for Damon’s crimes.” I grit our, employing all the ferocity my small body possesses. “You have only ever tried to help, care for and protect the united packs. You gave up having your own ambitions or dreams because you felt the weight of responsibility that came with your power, and you have never once tried to shirk it. Even now, you’re so devoted to them that you won’t eat or sleep or employ

to get out. Meanwhile Sinclair’s glowing gaze is locked on me as I stalk around him, his hands clenching and unclenching as if he wants to reach out and grab me. “The only person who is responsible for this war is Damon, and if you’d killed him and let someone else take the throne, then there’s no telling what other unforeseen consequences might have happened.” I shake my head, setting my jaw. “And if

going to get you out.” Sinclair