Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 222

#Chapter 222 – The Summit Begins

Ella

Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Sinclair’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spine.

His warm voice rumbles in my ear, but I quickly realize he’s not talking to me. “The cities were magnificent.” He declares in a quiet, almost reverent tone. “I wish you had been able to see them, but I promise I’ll take you some day – you and your Mommy. They had things I never even imagined were real: entire territories powered on Vanarium with no need for fuel, and cars that can transform into boats or aircraft in the blink of an eye.”

“Your Uncle Gabriel is clever but he’s a bit old fashioned too – some of his Alpha’s are much more interested in showing off their innovations than celebrating their history.” Sinclair continues to caress my tummy as the baby flutters in response – not understanding his father’s words, but loving the sound of his voice and not wanting it to end.

I don’t want Sinclair to stop either, so I pretend I’m still asleep. At the same time, my bladder is screaming for me to get up, and my rumbling stomach isn’t far behind. “When you grow up we’re all going to be living in a very different world,” my mate continues. “It’s exciting to imagine how far society and technology will have come… and daunting too. But there are some things that are truly timeless – and I’ll teach you all about them. How to control your power; how to hunt and survive in every kind of climate; how to track a target and fight as both man and wolf.”

Sinclair pauses thoughtfully, and for a moment I think he’s onto me, but then he carries on as before. “How to trust your wolf’s instincts and lead with your heart and your head as well as your strength.” A gravelly note enters his deep ba*s, and suddenly I feel sharp fangs are scraping across the curve of my neck, “How to know when you’ve met your mate, and what to do with her when she makes mischief – like pretending to be asleep so she can eavesdrop on your conversations with your pup.”

I gasp and giggle as his fingers begin tickling my sides, the sensations taking over me before I’ve finished processing his words. My eyes snap open and I try to wriggle away from the sly wolf, who grins down at me triumphantly. “Did you really think I couldn’t tell, trouble?” He croons, nibbling my shoulder as his wolf’s voice chants Mine in my head.

Joy blooms in my chest in response to my mate’s playful mood – he so rarely gets to be silly, even though it’s one of my favorite aspects of his personality. I don’t want the fun to end for either of us, but the persistent pinching in my lower abdomen is only growing sharper the more I laugh.

“Dominic stop! I have to pee!” I squeal, still trying to escape his hands.

before, little wolf.” He teases, laughter vibrating in his chest. “You’ll never get away from

my nest! It will ruin it! Sinclair senses my panic and finally lets up, helping me find my feet and sending me off to the bathroom with a playful swat on my – still sore – behind. I yelp but rush off, and when I finish

it was a close call. “I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t thinking about the nest.” He confesses, rising from the bed and reaching for my tightly

I like laughing with you, and

in a sympathetic tone which tells me he senses exactly how vulnerable I’m feeling. “Poor little

for a long

asks after a while, referring to the

really.” I confess. “I’m not sure what to expect. I remember some of the details you shared about your visits, but there were so many. Besides, the delegations are so large I’m going to need a cheat sheet

and anyway, I didn’t even make it to all the packs. Some

they’ll be less likely to help us if they think our presence here threatens them?” I guess, knowing I should start getting dressed – or at least feed myself, but not

we shouldn’t have called them all to the summit cold – too much has

I’m concerned, I don’t think investing more time and effort in building relationships is ever a mistake.” I offer, kissing one of his muscular pecs. “At least they know what you stand for and how you

kissing my hair. “I just hate to think we might have wasted valuable

month.” I remind him gently. “It seems like ages because you feel every single loss of life on your own conscience, but most wars are years in the making. You’re doing

in bed with my

shoulder, only the smallest doubt slipping into my thoughts. “Do you

don’t spend on the war.” He admits, “But I know it’s necessary to keep myself going, and I also wouldn’t

squeezing him even more tightly than

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later I’m standing in one of the King’s opulent sitting rooms, touching up my hair in the mirror. Cora enters and scans the room with an eagle-eyed gaze. It seems like she’s searching for something, but