Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 435- Dinner Party

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I enter the elaborate dining room at Sinclair’s side with Rafe tucked sleeping in my arms. There are no doubts or hesitations on my face and I lift my chin high as I smile slightly, letting people see me as my mate’s unbothered Queen, as someone entirely unruffled by the events of this morning.

Sinclair, walking at my side, presents a similar image: the unflappable Alpha King, his body fully capable of every violent rumor of which our guests have heard, but toned and refined by the mind of a King, a true power player.

The effect we have as a pair ripples through the room with people turning to us, many eyes going wide. Because we really do present the image of two people who should not be trifled with.

I have to admit, a little thrill goes through me at the idea of this. Because, honestly, I usually think of myself as sweet and determined, but certainly not powerful and imposing. But tonight, at Sinclair’s side? It comes to me easier than I thought it would.

eyes turn to my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora are baffling to many people within the wolf community who

her lavender gown? Well. Let’s just say that even without the information that she’s a demigoddess who can control the weather, I think it’s making a lot more sense

four of us present a strong and untied front, there are as there always are dissenters amongst our

and I am pleased to see that he’s not there.

voice say, and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the baby so that

as people around the room begin to take

his apology with a wave. “We handled it

sighs, rolling up to his place at the table on Sinclair’s left. “I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But

own seat as Sinclair pulls it

Cora and Roger take their own seats to my right, and then I look up at Sinclair, who is still standing. A warm smile lights my mate’s face as he lifts a glass of

listen to him speak, proud of this man who can so seamlessly move between worlds. I’ve seen him in so many different lights now father, mate, soldier, politician, and beyond – and I’m so impressed that he is able to perform each role so admirably. Honestly, my heart tumbles a little over itself as

I glance around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused on my mate, a variety of expressions

my eyes fall

to see him looking

shock only increases when he fails to look away, instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he studies me, apparently ignoring the

under his gaze.

back at him, my own eyes fixed,