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.

my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora are baffling to many

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

approach our chairs at the head of the table, I’m aware of some frowns and whispers around the room. Even though the 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

attend this smaller, more personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that he’s not there. But

Ella,” I hear Henry’s voice say, and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a

had a tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room begin to

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

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

my own seat as Sinclair

mate’s face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins 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

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

fall

to see him looking directly

and sit up straight a little bit, surprised. And my shock only increases when he fails to look away, instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he

growing more and more uncomfortable under his gaze. What… why on earth

own eyes fixed, trying