Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 418 – The Threat of War

Ella

Cora and Roger stay in the meeting room for a little breakfast as Henry escorts Sarah and Jessica from the room, wheeling beside them as they discuss some preliminary plans for Jessica’s schooling and Sarah’s own desires and ideas about her future life. I smile as Sinclair and I walk slowly behind them, Rafe curled protected in the curve of his father’s arm. I wave to my new friends as they and Henry take a left when Sinclair and I have to go right, towards our rooms.

And then, as we make the turn and are finally on our own, I huff a little sigh. Sinclair, as always, notices.

“What’s wrong, little queen?” he murmurs, moving closer to me as we walk. “I thought you’d be happy with the result of that. You did a good thing for her and, I imagine, will keep doing so. Plus, we got some very useful information about Xander.”

“Was it anything we didn’t already know?” I ask, looking up at him with a frown.

“A few things,” he murmurs, giving a shrug. “But more importantly, she’s a witness we will be able to charge Xander, formally, with…well, I guess we’d need a lawyer to spell out specifically which crimes he committed in switching sperm at a sperm bank and then attempting to kidnap the resulting child.”

Rafe gives a little burble right at that moment, making me laugh and smile over at him – my sweet baby, almost as if he knew he was being talked about.

“Well, that’s something,” I murmur, considering it. “Will we charge him, though?”

“I’m not sure,” Sinclair says. “Not that I want to let him off the h ook for everything he’s done – we just…need to figure out the best way to go about it, especially as he’s now with the Atalaxians.”

We’ve reached the door to our room now and Sinclair twists the kn ob, pushing the door open and allowing me to enter first. I head immediately to our gigantic walk-in closet to get changed into more comfortable clothing, but my mind whirs as I go.

“Go on, little mate,” Sinclair murmurs as he follows me into the closet, sitting down on a chaise lounge that I had placed in here just for this reason. I anticipate many little chats in here as either or both of us are getting ready. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

off my dress and sighing as I put it back on its hanger. “It’s…it’s

settling back on the chaise and listening carefully. I give him a little smile and

about what life in Xander’s household was like – it was an absolute nightmare for her, and for Jessica, and her mother. Just years

at my mate, my eyes full of sorrow. “The idea

lips. “It makes me really uncomfortable, Dominic. I…I don’t want anything to do

head and understanding, but also turning a hand upwards towards me in supplication. ” Part of ruling is dealing with people whom you intensely dislike. Atalaxia is a powerful

little bit. I come close to my mate then, reaching out and running my fingers through his dark hair as I look down into his

we have no real proof,

a refugee camp, and we have testimony against Xander now. If abuse is as widespread in Atalaxia as I’m being told it is, would we even really have to scratch the surface to find proof of

up at me. “What

talk you into anything, Dominic, or persuade you one way or another. I just…I know that to not oppose tyranny is in some ways to accept it, support it.

go so far as to want to go to war over it?” he asks, quiet but genuine. I go pale at

is to build my life, and raise my child, and live peacefully with my

of others? Would I allow innocents to suffer so that I can sleep peacefully in

his tongue in sympathy, raising a hand to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my skin. “I’m sorry, love,” he sighs. “That wasn’t a fair question – you have all good points, and I gave you the one ultimatum that would

head and covering his hand with mine. “It’s…it’s the reality though, isn’t it? If I’m saying to stand up to the Atalaxians… the result

war either way,” he

ask,

race to second-class citizenship. They are very hostile now, at the moment. I will avoid war at all costs but…they’re strong, Ella. They could push for it, knowing they have

eyes and take a deep breath through my nose, anxiety racing