Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 452 – Fallout

Ella

I spin around to face my mate, my hands on my hips, ready to defend myself. But he closes the distance in an instant, taking my face in his hands.

“Are you all right?” he growls, looking down into my face, his eyes quickly moving over my features. My mouth falls open a bit and I blink in surprise. “I’m fine, Dominic.”

“Thank god,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me and gathering me to him in a tight hug. “I mean, I’m mad as hell, Ella I can’t believe you did that, but -”

“Dominic!” I protest, pulling back a little and frowning up at him. “How could I not have done that!?”

“Are you seriously asking me how you could have not jumped out of the window and attacked a man under the explicit protection of a nation about to take us to war? How you could have just let the palace guards that we hired to protect our people handle it, like they were about to do?”

I narrow my eyes at him, but…well. I also see his point.

Still. I stand by it – every moment of it.

“His life was mine to take,” I say, my voice more of a growl than I intended it to be. “Mine, Dominic. And no – I didn’t do it for vengeance, but he crossed a line tonight, trying to take Sarah and Jessica like he did. Would you have let him live, after he did that?”

Sinclair’s mouth tightens into a thin line. “No,” he says, answering honestly. “I’d have had the guards shoot him, take the shot as soon as they safely could.”

“His death was mine,” I repeat. “If someone was going to take it, I wanted the blood on my hands. And you, of all people, know why.”

Sinclair steps back from me a second, looking down at the man’s blood quite literally all over me. And then he sighs, and shakes his head, and surprises me by starting to tug at my shirt.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“What, would you like to sleep in your blood-soaked clothing, Ella?” He asks, glaring at me a little. “You need a shower, and to get changed.”

“Oh,” I reply, realizing that he’s helping me. And so I take a step back, raising my hands and letting my mate pull my shirt over my head.

“It’s not that I disagree with any of the things you did,” Sinclair says softly as he helps me strip. He pauses and glares at me when he sees the long cut along my side, but I roll my eyes before closing them and accessing my gift. It just takes a second – it’s a scratch, honestly and when I open my eyes I’m all healed up.

I twist so Sinclair can see the skin again smooth and healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower, turning the water on so it’s nice and steamy, just how I like it.

“Like I was saying,” he picks up, turning to me again. “I’m not sad to see him go, just…”

“I know,” I say, sighing and stepping into the shower as Sinclair strips his own tuxedo, now likewise stained with my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen now. I should have let someone else do it. Should not have…gotten my hands dirty, as it were.”

Quickly, I soap myself down, doing best to keep my hair dry as Sinclair ducks into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m nearly finished. I rinse myself off as I look at my mate a little guiltily.

“People got pictures, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice apologetic. “There may have been…press.”

“I’m aware,” he says on a sigh as I turn off the water and step out of the shower. He hands me a towel, looking at me with a blank face. “It will…be what it is. Wolves won’t care about the violence – I think, when the details come out, they’ll understand. Humans, though…”

“I know,” I sigh, glancing at the door as I towel off. “All the good press will we bought with Cora’s wedding…”

He steps close to me then, wrapping an arm around my naked waist and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down the length of my cheek, and I smile a little up at him.

“You think it’s fixable?”

“I think you’re the Queen,” he says, shaking his head with a little shrug. ” No going back now.”

I laugh a little, looking up at him. ” That’s not what I asked.”

Gently, Sinclair lowers his face, pressing his lips to mine. “We’ll figure it out,” he murmurs when he pulls away, just an inch. “Now,” he raises his head more and swats me on the ass, maybe a little harder than necessary, but it just makes me grin. “Get dressed. Let’s go…see what the hell our family thinks.”

I stand on my toes and kiss him again, grateful that he’s on my side. I know that he’s madder than he’s letting on, and that this really is a big deal, but…

Well, it’s good to know that he’s got my back.

I hurriedly get dressed in the soft clothing Sinclair brought in for me, twisting my hair up into a quick bun before stepping into some slippers. When I’m ready, I nod, and Sinclair and I together walk back into our bedroom.

Cora sits on the couch with Jessica by her side, a tablet in her hands. Roger stands next to her, Rafe asleep in his arms. Henry turns his chair towards us as we cross the room.

“Well?” Sinclar asks, nodding down at the tablet. “What’s the verdict?”

Cora looks wide-eyed at both of us. ” It’s…not good,” Cora says softly, shaking her head as she concentrates on me. “The press is getting wind, and social media is already going crazy.

Ella, are you – are you all right? Did -”

to Roger’s side and reaching for

and confused. “We’ve been getting reports, and the aids are desperate to come in and start making plans for how to handle

Sinclair says, crossing

says, locking eyes with me and nodding. “I mean, I personally wouldn’t have leapt from the window to do it?” He cocks his head to the side

– he was going to get taken out. It was just

I ask, looking

blinks up at me. “Wait, why am I

say, shrugging a little. ”

says, raising an

none of us say anything, because

his end. Did I wish that that responsibility fell on your shoulders? Probably not. But still,” she shrugs, meeting my

you to the

I say, looking around. And then I sigh and

the door with a nod.

him, and I wait to see him nod again before I kneel before Jessica, taking her hands. “We’re going to bring her here,

says, her voice soft

her, I access my gift a little bit and let it sweep through her, healing the few places on her scalp where Xander hurt her, as well as a few bruises on her body. It

her hand. She looks anxiously at Cora, Roger, and Henry, and then quirks her finger at me, asking me to come closer so she can tell me

my ear

I’m supposed to

I nod, encouraging her.

the Master, Ella. He was always so mean, and we were scared of him always. I’m…I’m glad he’s

little girl and nodding deeply. “Me too, Jess,” I say, squeezing her hand tight and giving her a big smile. “It wasn’t nice but…well,” I shrug and let my shoulders fall with a sigh. ” Sometimes, when people aren’t good to us? We don’t have the choice

me a little smile,

for me. Because that approval, from

more than

not once, publicly apologize for them. I

heart: I’m fighting for the

and Sarah, and Cora and me, when

all

#Chapter 452 – Fallout

Ella

my mate, my hands on my hips, ready to defend myself. But he closes the distance in an instant,

you all right?” he growls, looking down into my face, his eyes quickly moving over my features. My

me to him in a tight hug. “I mean, I’m mad as hell, Ella

up at him. “How could I

not jumped out of the window and attacked a man under the explicit protection of a nation about to take us to war?

eyes at him, but…well. I also see his

by it – every

than I intended it to be. “Mine, Dominic. And no – I didn’t do it for vengeance, but

mouth tightens into a thin line. “No,” he says, answering honestly. “I’d have had the guards shoot him, take the shot as soon as they safely

someone was going to take it, I wanted the blood on my hands. And you, of all people,

the man’s blood quite literally all over me. And then

“What?” I ask, confused.

asks, glaring at me a

realizing that he’s helping me. And so I take a step back, raising my hands and letting my mate pull my shirt over my

says softly as he helps me strip. He pauses and glares at me when he sees the long cut along my side, but I roll my eyes before closing them and

nods and then moves to the shower, turning the water on so it’s nice and steamy, just how I like

turning to me again. “I’m not sad to see him

tuxedo, now likewise stained with my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen now. I should have let

hair dry as Sinclair ducks into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m nearly finished. I rinse myself off as I look at my

quietly, my voice

looking at me with a blank face. “It will…be what it is. Wolves won’t care about the violence

towel off. “All the good press will we bought with

wrapping an arm around my naked waist and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down the

“You think it’s fixable?”

he says, shaking his head with a little shrug. ” No going

looking up at him. ” That’s not what

“Now,” he raises his head more and swats me

kiss him again, grateful that he’s on my side. I know that he’s madder than he’s letting on, and that

it’s good to know

for me, twisting my hair up into a quick bun before stepping into some slippers. When I’m ready, I nod, and Sinclair and I together walk back into our