Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 244

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha #Chapter 244 – Sinclair Visits a War Zone

Ella

“Dominic, this isn’t fair, I want to come!” I’m staring down my mate as he pulls on his shoes, my arms crossed stubbornly over my chest. I have to fight to hide my yawn from him, as I’m barely awake. The sun isn’t even up yet, but Sinclair looks as alert and energetic as ever. His adrenaline is probably surging already, as he’s leading the summit delegations on an excursion to the embattled continent this morning.

My wolf is furious with Sinclair for ordering us to stay behind, even though I know I can’t fly now that I’m into my fifth month of pregnancy. The summit is as much my baby as it is my mate’s, and I don’t want to be left out on one of the most crucial events of the entire endeavor. Not to mention that I want to go for our people as well, all the ones still languishing in fear and uncertainty about whether they’ll be able to escape. I want to help them, speak with them and learn their needs – to comfort them if it’s possible.

Unfortunately Sinclair doesn’t look the least bit sympathetic. Last night I shared the news of my mother’s location with him, and he did not take it well. He shifted on the spot and went for a run, working through his feelings before finally returning and claiming me with all the ferocity he possessed. Afterwards he agreed to let me go, but he obviously wasn’t happy about it.

“Pout all you want, trouble. I’m not taking you into a war zone,” Sinclair declares sternly, “surely you realize how strongly I feel about this if I’m willing to let you out of my sight?”

He has a point. Ever since we decided that finding my mother was too urgent to delay, he’s been like my giant, furry shadow. His protective instincts are in such a state of overdrive that I’m reminded of the early days of my pregnancy, when he growled and snarled at anyone who so much as looked at me.

“But I should be there, people need to see that we’re in this together!” I insist, stomping my little foot before I can think better of it.

Sinclair arches a brow and unfurls his huge body from the edge of the bed, towering over me. He stares into my wide eyes for a few long moments, probing our mating bond and reading my wolf’s stress all too easily. I wish I could hide it from him, but I can’t seem to withdraw my gaze from his piercing scrutiny. The truth is that underneath my genuine interest in the trip, there’s a churning sea of anxiety over the fact that he will be going into a war zone without me. My wolf hates this more than anything, no matter how inevitable the eventuality.

Seeing this, Sinclair’s foreboding expression softens to something unbearably tender. “This will be good practice, little mate.” He murmurs, pulling me close. “Neither one of us likes it, but we’re going to be separated one way or another. You have to find your mother, and I have to fight Damon.” He sighs, kissing my temple. “The timing is terrible, but we can’t control that. We just have to get through it.”

“How?” I ask, in a voice so small I barely recognize it.

believe this is the same wolf who is currently sending waves of rabid possessiveness through our bond. “If we can just get through today then we’ll be together again this evening.

my throat feeling thick and scratchy. “I knew it was going to be hard… I just didn’t realize

and it’s for the best. I won’t be able to focus on the refugees or the other Alpha’s if you’re with me, I’d be too

right. I know he’s right, but that’s never

coming after you.” I threaten sulkily, my voice muffled by

be late,” he promises, kissing my hair four times in quick succession. “You have my word, Ella. I’ll be back before

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Sinclair

that when I finally came home, it would be to defeat

to be returning to Vanara in only a few hours, especially not when I see the throngs of bodies clamoring to board the planes when we land. My family is a thousand miles away, which hurts to no end, but at least I know

relief and desperation. They beg for my help, cry out questions about my plans for the war, beseech me to

pain, concern and pity on the faces of every Alpha in my company, even those who haven’t been particularly cooperative. There may only be a plane ride between these refugees and the ones they met in Vanara, but this experience feels entirely different. These people are not recovering, licking their wounds and trying to figure out what to do now that they’re safe. These people are still in the throws of fight or flight, unsure whether or not they

crushing, and I wonder at how James manages to do this every day – to know he can only save a few and pray that nothing happens to those he must leave behind. I rest a firm hand on his shoulder as the delegations spread through the crowds, listening to their stories with grave expressions. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” I confess to the soldier. “I want you to know how much I respect and appreciate the work you’ve been doing. If I hadn’t

people are thrilled to see you, no doubt,

conversations are impossible, not

ask, noticing a young boy leaning against her legs. “Is there anything I can do for you

on one of those planes today.” The she-wolf requests, a stark burst of vulnerability crossing her countenance. “We’ve been waiting

to refuse them. “And you?” I ask the boy, “would you like

with a confused

down beside him, “Finn, you know Daddy is fighting in the resistance. We’ve talked about

turns his eyes to me, obviously hoping I might tell him otherwise. “I don’

in your protection. It’s a very big job.” I continue solemnly. “And I’m sure he misses you every bit as much as you miss him, but