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?”

my uncle,” I say with a grimace,

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

We finish crossing to the table where Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many

and laughing. ” Go find dad, all right?” she says,

I say as I

run a finger across Rafe’s sleepy cheek. “Your own is a very handsome little guy

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

shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding

– and thank

up. “You did nothing wrong. And please call me Ella,” I say with a grin. “After that? We have to be on a first name

me with a little wave just before

he asks, his voice worried. Then his

all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come to a party

a grimace, “that they were looking for a bit of a fight. Or, at least that Xander

my

him to have someone to pick their fight for them. I mean, come on

looking towards the door.

at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the bride and groom come

a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see how much Rafe’s auntie loves to

I turn my fond gaze to him now. He’s not as familiar with human wedding traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to

the events? He’s every bit the King’s responsible second,

deep breath, so grateful again for my family,

he, too, looks towards the door. “I don’t trust this. If he was publicly embarrassed and his new nation didn’t stand up for what he

to reveal Calvin standing there behind them, his own face worried. “I came to let you

I say, taking a step forward, my face falling. “Is he…do you know what

have been insulted. I don’t think he’s going to take it lightly. And quite frankly, I think he was egged on by some of our constituents tonight. I think…” he sighs, looking down at his shoes, ashamed, “honestly, I’m sorry, but I think

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