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 -”

little chagrined, which makes me laugh. They

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

“What?” Cora asks, confused.

work! “Why not just have the wedding/

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

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

simple shrug, clearly communicating that it’s her choice. And then

would, Cora,” Sinclair says warmly behind me. “I think it’s precisely the message we want to send to both our people and some of our honored guests: that humans are equals in our eyes, that they’re part of our family. But, if you’d rather not – if you’d rather just keep the memory of it

smile on her face. “No, I

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

she doesn’t mean it. Cora hasn’t had nearly enough of Roger, and I doubt she ever will. I hug my baby close and grin

throw them a

take care of the baby and begin to make my plans. He scolds me for it every morning, telling me I need my sleep or that I should wake him up to help but

happy he gets to sleep an extra hour while I take care of things. He

business man I met at the beginning of all of this. In some ways

if it is a palace now )? I see flashes of him come back. And it’s not that he’s lost the sides of him that he’s shown to me over the past months

possible, I love him even more than

at the coronation. It’s all gone smoothly, as Sinclair predicted it would, and

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

thing I’m most worried about predictably is that the Atalaxians have indeed signaled their intent to attend, and they’re bringing a large

with me to chat and play. They’re thriving now, and I think

them that Xander is in Atalaxia, and that they’re sending a delegation. It’s not that I’m 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

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

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

lazy hand down my back. “I do my

become King, making me a Queen. Should have just stayed a businessman and lived in our old house, kept me locked

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 mouth.