Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 448 – Borrowed Trouble

Ella

I feel the poor human woman’s shoulders shake and I take a deep breath, remembering my duty to her as well. “Come on,” I say, trying to keep my voice light as I turn her and her daughters away. “I’m so sorry about this – let’s get somewhere more peaceful.”

And as we begin to walk away, I leave my faith in Sinclair to settle this as he will. But I hope to hell the Atalaxians know what’s good for them, because my mate?

He won’t hesitate to fight, if they push him to it. And if they do? I shake my head, considering how fast each of them will lose.

But I put this out of my mind, chatting lightly with the woman as we move away, asking her name. The woman introduces herself as Tempest Bowers, a journalist and the wife of an elected official of one of our eastern provinces. Genuinely pleased to meet her, I begin to ask more questions about their lives as we move to the head table, where I know for certain that there is plenty of candy for the girls to take.

But before we can get there, someone hits my shoulder – hard as they pass, making me stumble. My ankle twists in my high heel and I lose my balance, threatening to fall, gasping and holding Rafe tight to me.

Tempest grabs my arm just in time.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, her eyes wide as she helps me regain my balance. And then both of our eyes move to follow the hateful old man my uncle, of course who hit me hard with his shoulder on his way out. He does not bother to look back and apologize.

Of course, why would he? He did it on purpose.

“He’s a hateful old creep, isn’t he?” I ask, frowning after the man, and the woman to my surprise – bursts out laughing.

“He is certainly a piece of work,” she says, nodding along and dropping my arm. “Do you…know him?”

with a grimace, making her laugh again, harder this

Tempest says, looking after him as he storms from the room, “who are…less pleasant too. So, I

table where Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many candy

enough!” Tempest says, putting her hands out and laughing. ” Go find dad, all right?” she says, nodding to

as I

to run a finger across Rafe’s sleepy cheek. “Your own is a very

I say on a happy little sigh, looking down at my kid with a smile. “And I agree, but I

her shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding towards us.

him. “But it was very nice to meet you, your highness – and thank you, very much, for your help over there.

Ella,” I

nods, stepping away from me with a little wave just before Sinclair

you all right?” he asks, his voice worried. Then his eyes follow my

recovered,” I say, pleased, “though I wish it hadn’t happened at all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come to a party of mixed humans and

for a bit of a fight. Or, at least

my eyes going

have someone to pick their fight for

stepping closer to him and likewise looking towards the door.

not be done,” he sighs. I look up at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the bride and groom

unconsciously reaching for the baby. I smile a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see how

as familiar with human wedding traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to

listening to Sinclair recap the events? He’s every bit the King’s responsible second, eager to

a deep breath, so grateful again for my family, but I’m distracted from this pleasure by

didn’t stand up for what he believes to be his rights, as you suggest, I’m not sure a man like Xander is going to

there behind them, his own face

a step forward, my face falling. “Is he…do you know

says, his eyes immediately on me and only on me. “But he believes himself to have been insulted. I don’t think he’s going to take it lightly. And quite frankly, I think he was egged on

but I don’t miss Roger and Sinclair carefully assessing Calvin as my mind races, trying to figure out