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.

I know Roger and Cora are baffling to many people within the wolf community who can’t

the information that she’s a demigoddess

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 of five ambassadors from Atalaxia,

to attend this smaller, more personal dinner, and I am pleased to

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

you’ve had a tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room begin to take their

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

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

seat as Sinclair pulls it out for me.

face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome

my 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

thinking myself the luckiest girl in the world. And then I glance around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused on my mate, a variety of expressions crossing their faces most of

when my eyes fall on the

looking directly at me. Staring,

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 studies me,

under his gaze. What… why on earth would he be so interested in

at him, my own eyes fixed, trying to figure out