Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 443- A Drink

“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic.

I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. ” Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands.

“Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!”

And suddenly, the voice snaps into place in my memory. “Conner!” I call, Rafe fussing in my arms, not liking the sudden change in my energy and the fear spiking through me, though I’m calmer now. “Please – it’s the Atalaxian Prince. He is – I don’t believe he means us any harm.”

And even though something about that concept doesn’t match up – an Atalaxian? Not meaning us any harm? Especially after the meeting I just had with my uncle?

Still, somehow, I know the truth of it down in my bones. He doesn’t.

Conner glances at me and then backs up a little, removing his hand from the Prince’s chest. “Should I escort him out of here, Luna?”

“No,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Not unless he wants to go, of course. But the night air is for everyone. I can’t have it all to myself just because I’m the Queen.”

The prince looks between Conner and I for a moment, stepping further into the light so I can see his pale features and the details of his chic black suit. “I would…stay, for a moment, if that’s all right? Have a quiet word with you, so that we don’t leave this evening on bad terms?”

“That’s fine,” I say quietly, somehow a little pleased that he will stay. I’m still terribly curious about him, perhaps despite myself.

tight. “If I performed a body check? To ensure

prince says, spreading his arms wide and allowing Calvin to pat down

nods to me, his face quite serious, I nod back to him and give him a smile, grateful for his protection. “I’ll be just

in my voice. Conner nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom and the other

few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to be conversational. “As he

as I am to them,” I say with a little shrug, studying Calvin’s face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so seamlessly into

something

bow. “The ceremony today was very moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see how much your

head a little. “Do you…not get

his voice a little chagrined. “My father’s policy is instead to…tell the people how

surprised that he’s being so candid

can’t say that I think this policy is wise,” I murmur, wanting to shout from the rooftop that his father is a tyrant, but

for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe

boy,” he says, smiling

at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly younger than Sinclair – but, well, I’m a parent,

you have children of your own, Calvin?”

he nods and smiles, bringing his gaze up to mine. “Two,” he says, his smile growing as he thinks of them. “My Luna gave

something about that – the alliance between parents who

I suppose, is perhaps

curious. Something about his words strikes me as…wrong. And

your other child?”

just turned three,” he replies, his smile increasing. “She is…well, she makes me laugh more than I thought anyone ever could. She’s a joy to

wonderful,” I say quietly, smiling up at this man who is such a surprise. Because he seems – honestly, he seems like he could be