Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 449 – Grasping at Straws

Ella

Sinclair walks Cora and I swiftly back to our suite of rooms, Rafe still bundled safely in Cora’s arms. When we get there, Sinclair gives me a swift kiss on my head, already looking down the hall.

“I’m going to catch up with Roger,” he murmurs. “We’ll send dad to you whenever we find him -”

“Why,” I say, grabbing his hand, worried. “Why don’t you all just come here?”

Sinclair shakes his head as he looks down at me. “We need eyes on Xander we have to talk to the staff, see if anyone knows where he went. I promise – we’ll both come to you as soon as we have more information. All right?”

I bite my lip but I nod, not liking it but trusting him. With his own nod of assurance, Sinclair strides away.

“Come on, bride,” I say, pushing the door open to my room and allowing Cora to sweep through with my baby and her long train. “Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Cora sighs. “I mean, this dress is fantastic, but it’s heavy.”

“Oh, you poor thing, in fifty pounds of silk and satin,” I murmur sarcastically, kicking off my heels and leading all of us into the closet. Before I do anything, though, I take my sweet baby from my sister and lower him down into the wheeled bassinet that’s waiting there for him. I’ll transfer him to his real crib later, but he’s perfectly happy taking a little nap here before I change him.

“He’s such an easy baby,” Cora says with a sigh as I move behind her and start to un-do all of the buttons that run down her back. “How did you get so lucky?”

“He’s just an angel,” I say, my voice overly doting, making us laugh. “But seriously,” I say, “I think wolf babies are just different. A lot less crying, a lot more understanding between parents and child even when they’re that young. It’s incredibly convenient.”

much patience as you, so if this kid isn’t as easy

to lift

Sinclair on the back,” I say, grinning and handing

you keep it – you’re Mrs. Sinclair too! And you’ve given us too much already

and grinning, pressing it into her hands. “If you don’t think

the outfit and starting to pull it on.

know,” I say, unzipping my own dress and reaching for some soft clothes myself. “Plus, we get to have the same name now, officially. Isn’t that

it. “Oh wow, for the first time in our lives,” she says, laughing.” Sisters in name in addition to genetics and

she thinks it’s as cool as I do, and we both laugh with the pleasure

change Rafe into his own pajamas – he fusses a little, wanting to be left in peace, and I murmur my apology before tucking him in again and wheeling the little bassinet into the bedroom with us so that we can wait for Roger and Sinclair to

you think Xander’s planning?” I ask, sitting down next to my sister on the new little loveseat that Sinclair and I put at the end of the

couch and facing me. ” Nothing good, obviously but…” she turns her head to the side, considering. “Well, if you were Xander, what would

posit, glancing

mean, yesterday Sinclair made a very definite move in marking Rafe as his heir. It kind of

do you mean?” I

way,” Cora continues, “Rafe is already Sinclair’s heir to his throne. There’s no way for Xander to really claim Rafe as his own now as

say, reaching out a foot to nudge her

I grin and nudge her again, letting her know that she’s in this whether she likes it or

still, I take her point. “So,” I say softly, “you think he’s doing something

while Xander hasn’t made it easy, the Sinclairs have successfully countered every move that he’s made. We’ve got him on

worked into a corner. He’s got very few resources left, and if he’s realizing as we perhaps have that the Atalaxians have brought him here

be realizing that his time and

So, he’s scrambling.

what would he do?” I wonder aloud, considering

at whatever straws are left to him,” Cora says softly, clearly thinking it through as she speaks. “He’d grab at whatever he thought was rightfully his, whatever he can hoard to make himself