Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 164

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 164

Sinclair’s Decision

Ella

I’m on cloud nine when we return from the refugee camps. My wolf is practically crowing with her success supporting our mate in his darkest and most thick-headed moment, and even my sister’s troubles with Roger aren’t enough to bring me down.

I take a quick shower before dinner, my mind swirling with ideas to surprise Sinclair this evening. He’s been going through so much and trying to bear it all alone, and all I want is to be there for him. I decide to sneak away while he’s finishing up his work so I can task a few servants with collecting some romantic items for tonight: ma*sage oils so I can work the knots out of his tense muscles, chocolate and candies to indulge his sweet tooth… and maybe spread over my body for him to devour, candles and rose petals to set the mood, even some S**y pregnancy lingerie to tempt him.

I’m so excited to put my plan into motion that I’m grinning when I exit the bathroom, still toweling my hair dry. Unfortunately I stop dead in my tracks when I see him waiting for me, seated at the end of the bed watching me with a somber expression. Instantly I know that something is wrong, but I can’t imagine what it might be after we had such a great day.

“Sit down, trouble.” Sinclair instructs gently, patting the bed beside him.

My anxiety immediately spikes. I can count the number of times my mate has been in our bed without touching me in some way on one hand. Still, I gingerly cross the floor, cradling my pregnant belly in my hands, and perch beside him. I’m sure he can sense my unease, but instead of sending me waves of comfort in response, I feel only regret pulsing through our bond.” What is it?”

Sinclair gazes down at me with grim determination. “I’ve thought about this a lot, Ella. I’ve tried my best to be objective and not let my own wants sway me, and I’ve decided that when I leave on my diplomatic mission… I can’t, in good conscience, take you with me.”

my head. “Why not? You promised you would

easy. But I’d rather trust you with the devil I know than the one I don’t. I know the security risks here, I know the guard set up and emergency contingencies, I know Gabriel. I can’t say that about any of the places I’m going. I tried to work out some way to bring you along

along I wouldn’t just be hovering in the background.” I argue, pulling both of my legs onto the bed and turning towards him. ‘Think about how much I benefitted the campaign. If

about that, but I’m not sure the advantage you provide would outweigh the

might be able to help, but not enough to really matter?” I say, feeling my

is not what I mean.” Sinclair corrects immediately. “I mean that I would rather try my best

possibility?” I press. “Where you take me and we

eyes crinkling with affection. “It’s

my

you are with me or not – not because I don’t appreciate how much value you bring to the table, but because I’m determined to get

be a team.” I insist, staring

emphatically. “But most teams require the players to fill different positions to support one another. I’m helping the team by meeting with the Alphas, and you’ll be helping the team by helping Gabriel make arrangements for the refugees arriving from the continent, and helping Hugo respond to developments back home – plan countermoves when I’m out of reach. Not to mention growing our pup so that we have an heir

official Luna in all this, but then again we’ve had little opportunity to talk about my role since my wolf woke up. “You mean, you’re going to let me help strategize? To sit in on policy and warmaking

think I’m going to waste that brain of

from stress.”

but I’ve figured out that being out of the loop only makes you more anxious. Besides, your wolf is awake now, and I may have a hard time dumping my own worries on you, but

in me this much, but there’s still one problem. “But part of being a Luna means taking care of you too.” I

you every night and every morning, and we can always meet in

a moment, I feel pacified. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s smarter to divide and conquer… but, my wolf interjects, that’s not what this is. He isn’t suggested we separate so we can tackle different problems. He’s

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