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.

Roger come into the room behind us, our personal guards following after them. Many eyes turn to my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and

that she’s a demigoddess who can control

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 of five ambassadors from Atalaxia, dressed

attend this smaller, more personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that he’s not there. But I narrow my eyes in their direction anyway, wondering what the hell else they’ve

and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the

had a tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room begin to take their seats. “I’m sorry

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

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

I sigh, taking my own seat as Sinclair

face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome everyone formally to the palace, letting them know that he hopes the weekend will

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

around the table,

fall on the

to see him looking

a little bit, surprised. And my shock only increases when he fails to look away, instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he studies me, apparently ignoring the speech and instead trying to

and more uncomfortable under his gaze. What… why

my own eyes fixed, trying to figure out