Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 353 Thrones A Prince of Two

Ella

“Um, excuse me,” Roger says, and Sinclair and I – mutually surprised snap our attention to him. ” Obviously,” he says, pointing a slow hand between the air between him and his brother, “the question of why the Sinclair blood was desired is the only one with the clear answer – ”

“Oh my god, Roger,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning back in his chair and raising a hand to cover his face, exhausted.

“The quality of these genetics,” Roger continues, grinning, “I mean, who wouldn’t want these babies -”

“Not me, anymore,” Cora quips, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Roger with a raised brow.” Baby for sale! Highest bidder!”

“You’re worth millions,” Roger whispers towards Cora’s stomach, leaning his head low to pretend to speak to the baby. “Don’t let them undersell you -”

“Enough,” Sinclair snaps, though he does it half-heartedly. I can’t help but laugh a little, and honestly, when I consider it, I can’t disagree. I look at the proof still curled up in Sinclair’s arms.

“We did make a stone-cold cutie,” I say, leaning over to run a fond finger down my baby’s belly. “If mean Uncle Xandy was going for good looks, he certainly picked the right stud.”

am making jokes at this time. But I smile up at him and shrug one shoulder. If we can’t laugh, what the hell are we doing in this life? And then I send a little pulse of love down the bond, letting Sinclair know that I appreciate him and. am taking it

all of the horrible things that have happened on the way to bringing our wonderful baby into the world. Sinclair nods, understanding, and sends me his

It was by chance that Dominic was in

gone through this thinking I was a human, giving birth to a

Sinclair promises me, reaching out to brush his knuckles against my cheek. “There’s no way I wouldn’t have. This was meant to be. The Goddess had her hand in it

I say, believing him. “But… if

“It would have

blessed, gorgeous kids,” she says, smirking at her mate, “what is the rationale for choosing a powerful werewolf like Sinclair?” she

Henry says, interrupting Roger, who opens his mouth to say something smart but closes it when his father sends a little look his way, “that Xander was working towards a dual claim to the throne. That Xander was betting that Dominic would beat Damon and take the throne next,

depths to which my uncle had – apparently – thought this through. “A child of

would have managed that, but clearly you are capable of fathering children…” he shrugs, sighing a

say, slumping back in my chair, shaking my head in wonder. “He

us in turn, “that we all realize that this is a theoretical explanation. We only

a story,” I finish for him, nodding, understanding. I look around. “Do you think we’ll

shrug. “Especially now that we know where Xander is located, we can refocus our attacks from his priests to him, under the theory that he is, indeed, the master that the priest spoke

imagine,”

steadily holding my gaze. “We need to be better prepared. But unfortunately, we

suddenly tense. The last thing I want – in all of the world – is for Roger and Sinclair to go darting

ease. We have a few days. But in order to find