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

some in my family,” Tempest says, looking after him as he storms

liking this woman very much. We finish crossing to the table where Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many candy bars as I can find left on the table, knowing

enough!” Tempest says, putting her hands out and laughing. ” Go find

girls,” I say as I watch them

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

he flatters himself so,” I say on a happy little sigh, looking down at my kid

shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding towards us.

she says, gesturing towards him. “But it was very nice to meet you, your highness – and thank you,

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

stepping away from me with a

voice worried. Then his eyes follow my new friend as

say, pleased, “though I wish it hadn’t happened at all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come

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

ask, my eyes going

to pick their fight for

door. “Bringing someone who they knew would force you to show

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

stepping close to me and I think unconsciously reaching for the baby. I smile a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see how much Rafe’s auntie loves to have him close

traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to admit –

stands there listening to Sinclair recap the events? He’s every bit

for my family, but I’m distracted from this pleasure

hands on his hips as 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

Roger and Sinclair part to reveal Calvin standing there behind them, his own face worried. “I came to let you know that trouble is brewing, but…I think you’ve already

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

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 by some of our constituents tonight. I think…” he sighs, looking down at his shoes, ashamed, “honestly, I’m sorry, but

carefully assessing Calvin as my mind races, trying to figure out what