Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 352 – Duke

Ella

“D-duke?” I stutter out, completely overwhelmed by the information, my eyes going wide. “There are dukes? And I had I have an uncle!?”

“I’m sorry,” Henry says, and I can see the guilt written all over his face. “I overlooked this – honestly, no one has heard from him in years – and, considering what we think he was actually getting up to, it makes a great deal of sense that he wanted everyone to believe that.”

“Who,” I say, frantic now, looking between Henry, and Sinclair, and Roger – Cora, I see, looking at me with worried eyes, but I know she doesn’t have any answers – “who is he?”

“Relax, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs to me, leaning close. “It’s all right -”

“It is absolutely not all right -“I snap, not wanting to be mean but completely panicked right now. “My father is dead but I have an uncle? Seriously? And no one told me?”

Henry continues to hang his head, shaking a little, and I instantly feel guilty. It’s not his fault – it’s so complicated, the politics, and why would he tell me about an uncle if he hadn’t spoken to the man in 30 years had genuinely a*sumed he was dead –

“I’m sorry, Henry,” I say quickly, leaning forward to put a hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry – I’m behaving so poorly – ”

is absolutely correct. I have failed you in this.” His eyes shift to Sinclair now. And

you don’t have anything to apologize for. We all know this is a lot. So,

for him every day.

to do something, instead of just talking about

Either way, Xander was recognized, but he was never the favored son. That is why Xavier – stronger, faster, smarter, better-liked –

delicately raises his brows, looking up at the ceiling. “I mean, some of us think that the better-looking brother should always take

I grin at my brother-in-law, grateful for the laugh

“Xander was never a popular figure in politics – he was always fringe, always very much the King’s sullen brother

the mistake. That started

what?” I ask, confused

that…well, that Xander put this in motion. That he knew he was never a contender for the throne when his brother died but he coveted it anyway 1 that Xander wanted it, perhaps

I whisper, sitting back against my chair. “To – to reclaim the throne. To keep it…in

eyes drift back to Rafe now, cooing gently in his father’s arms. My baby, the grandson of a King. The nephew of

Rafe being born? The man who intends to kidnap him and put him on the throne as a puppet, acting as regent for

haven’t heard Xander’s name since I was a child – I, too, thought he died in quiet obscurity. He’s taken great pains, I think, to ensure that everyone a*sumed that he did. He is playing the long game – we’re not total idiots for falling into the traps he’s

gathering my thoughts, “is the a*sumption that we’re making here that

says, confirming what I’ve pieced together. “We know that Reina told Xavier about you on his deathbed he must have found a way, somehow, to communicate your

come for me?” I ask, brisk. “To be