Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 430- Plans in Motion

Ella

“So you two,” Cora says, flicking her gaze between Roger and Sinclair, ” you’re all right now? After fifteen minutes, it’s all cleared up?”

Sinclair shrugs. “We kept it pretty cut and dry. He’s on probation.”

“No, I’m not,” Roger murmurs, dismissive, shaking his head to Cora.

“He is,” Sinclair growls. Roger just leans down, pretending to whisper in Cora’s ear but speaking loud enough for all of us to hear, “probation doesn’t mean anything. But it made him happy to slap a word on the lack of consequences.”

Cora laughs, her face turned up to her mate, and I bite my lip to stifle my own giggle, wanting to be loyal to Sinclair, who just sighs behind me.

“Either way,” Sinclair says, moving on. “Congratulations, Cora,” he says, his focus on her now and his voice sincere. “I’m very happy for you – for both of you. It’s a big event.”

“Thank you, Dominic,” Cora says, smiling at him softly and turning her head to the side, clearly touched. I beam at my sister as well. It’s not that I’ve let her off the hook for keeping the baby name a secret when I want to know so terribly badly – but? Well. I’ll bug her about it later.

“We are sorry though,” Cora says, reaching up to take Roger’s hand. “I know that…the wedding meant a lot to you, and that it was going to do good things for the nation. But…” she bites her lip, hesitating, and I can tell that she feels selfish. I open my mouth to protest against this but she continues before I can start. “But – I needed it to be like this, to be personal. I hope that you’ll forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Cora,” Sinclair murmurs, smiling at her warmly. “I completely understand you’ve done nothing wrong.”

And quite suddenly, something comes to me. “Cora,” I say, turning my head to the side and leaning forward. “Does.. anyone else know? About your mark, or your little personal ceremony, besides us four?”

She frowns at me, confused. “Well, no,” she says quietly. “I mean, neither of us really have social media or anything -”

makes me laugh. They don’t need friends,

then,” I say, a big smile breaking out on my face. “Would

“What?” Cora asks, confused.

knows,” I say, my smile growing – because this could work! “Why not just have the wedding/

to laugh, I think a little inspired by the idea. But then she realizes that she already has her mating mark and her fingers go

makeup artists to cover it up,” I suggest with a little shrug. ” I’m sure they can do it – they do magical things

gives her a simple shrug, clearly communicating that it’s her choice. And then she grins, turning

message we want to send to both our people and some of our honored guests: that humans are equals in our eyes, that

says, interrupting with a huge smile on her face. “No,

this side this time,” Roger murmurs, drawing a finger down the opposite side of her throat and shoulder. “See if I like

she murmurs, though I know she doesn’t mean it. Cora hasn’t had nearly enough of

to throw

wake up early earlier than Sinclair, even to take care of the baby

same way about him and I’m happy he gets to sleep an extra hour while I take care of things. He

of all of this. In some ways I lost track of that man I fell in love with in all of our

our own home (even if it is a palace now )? I see flashes of him come back. And it’s not

at all possible, I love him

at the coronation. It’s all gone smoothly, as Sinclair predicted it would, and so we’ve moved forward with the plans. Delegations from all the neighboring countries are set to begin arriving in our beautiful Moon Valley over the course

the delegation from Vanara including King Gabriel – but I’m also very

I’m most worried about predictably is that the Atalaxians have indeed signaled their

every day with Sarah and Jessica, usually in the evenings, bringing Rafe with me to chat and play. They’re thriving now,

keeping it from them – if they asked, I’d tell them in a minute, of course. But they’re safe here, and moving forward, and I don’t want Sarah to have to worry about the past unless she

it off, and she keeps not asking so…we’re at a happy little stalemate,

ask Sinclair one night, laying naked with my belly pressed to his, a little sweaty and

hand down my back. “I do my best work,

from asking complicated questions, Dominic, you shouldn’t have gone and become King,

tempt me, trouble,” he murmurs, and I bite my lip as I feel warmth pool at my core, again. “But you’re right,” he sighs, using his grip on me to pull me upwards so that my face is even with his, so that I can dip my head and press teasing kisses to his