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.

considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora are baffling to

without the information that she’s a demigoddess who

four of us present a strong and untied front, there are as there always are dissenters amongst our supporters. My eyes move immediately to the group of five ambassadors from Atalaxia, dressed in back

personal dinner, and I am pleased to

I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the baby so that Henry can say hello as Sinclair greets

people around the room begin to take their seats. “I’m

his apology with a wave. “We handled it well. There’s nothing you could have

“I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m sure I’ll

sigh, taking my own seat as Sinclair pulls it out for me. “I’m sure

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 wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome everyone formally to

mate as I 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 watch him. I couldn’t have designed a more perfect mate

luckiest girl in the world. And then I glance around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused

fall on the

looking directly at me. Staring,

instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he studies me,

his gaze. What… why on earth

back at him, my own eyes fixed,