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.”

and sighing as I put it back on its hanger. “It’s…it’s the Atalaxians I’m worried about,” I say,

a little smile and a

Sarah said today about what life in Xander’s household was like – it was an absolute nightmare for her, and for Jessica,

my mate, my eyes full of sorrow. “The idea that Xander would go

shake my head, pursing my lips. “It makes me really uncomfortable, Dominic. I…I don’t

turning a hand upwards towards me in supplication. ” Part of ruling is dealing with people whom you intensely dislike. Atalaxia is a powerful

and running my fingers through his dark hair as I look down into his face, and then down at my baby. “Everything I’ve heard about

we have no real proof, my love

proof be to find?” I murmur. “I mean, I had one conversation with one woman in 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

at me. “What

my worry and my fear. “I’m really not – not trying to talk you into anything, Dominic, or persuade you

it?” he asks, quiet but genuine. I go pale at the idea, because I am so…

my life, and

Would I allow innocents to suffer so that I can

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

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

either way,” he says, his voice

I ask,

the human race to second-class citizenship. They are very hostile now, at the moment. I will avoid war at all costs but…they’re strong,

take a deep breath through