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.

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 Cora are baffling to many people within the wolf community who can’t understand how or why Roger would have a

lavender gown? Well. Let’s just say that even without the information that she’s a demigoddess who can control the weather,

a strong and untied front, there are as there always are dissenters amongst our supporters. My eyes move immediately to the

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 got up their

us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the

tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room

dismissing his apology with a wave. “We handled it

table on Sinclair’s left. “I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m sure I’ll have more opportunity for that as

own seat as Sinclair pulls it out for me. “I’m sure you

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

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

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

when my eyes fall

looking directly at me.

a little bit, surprised. And my shock only increases when he fails to look away, instead holding my gaze, his face

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

at him, my own eyes