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.”

her hand absently going to her own stomach. “I don’t have as much patience as you, so if this kid isn’t as easy

be great,” I say, grinning at her as I finish with the buttons and she starts to shimmy out of the dress. As she does I move to lift the soft white sweatsuit I had made for her off the shelf. Cora gasps when she sees it. “Ella!” she says, hands

on the back,” I say, grinning and handing it to

– you’re Mrs. Sinclair too! And you’ve given us too

stop,” I say, rolling my eyes and grinning, pressing it into her hands. “If you don’t think I had my own

the outfit and starting to

for some soft clothes myself. “Plus,

time

grin at her, glad she thinks it’s as cool as I do, and we both laugh with the pleasure of

peace, and I murmur my apology before

ask, sitting down next to my sister on the new little loveseat that Sinclair and I put at the end of the bed. Considering that we use this room more than we thought we would

me. ” Nothing good, obviously but…” she turns

Rafe?” I posit, glancing down at my peacefully

“I mean, yesterday Sinclair made a very definite move in marking Rafe as

do you mean?” I

she says slowly, and I my eyes go wide even at the hypothetical thought. She moves on quickly. “Either 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 part of Xavier’s line. Rafe’s thoroughly a Sinclair, just like us. If

foot to nudge her on the knee, insisting

and nudge her again, letting

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

she accesses the strategic part of her mind. “I think that while Xander hasn’t made it easy, the Sinclairs have successfully countered every move that he’s made. We’ve got

that Xander really has been 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 less as an important player and more as a

that his time and power is

So, he’s scrambling.

what would he do?” I wonder aloud, considering

softly, clearly thinking it through as she speaks. “He’d grab at whatever he thought was rightfully his, whatever he can hoard to make