Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 455- Ella Gets a Note

Ella

I snatch the note out of my mate’s hand, muttering “he’s not my prince,” but no one really acknowledges the words as I tear the envelope open and eagerly read the short letter inside. When I see what it says, my eyebrows arch almost to my hairline.

“What is it?” Cora asks, leaning eagerly forward.

“He wants to…go to dinner,” I say, frowning a little.

“Dinner,” Sinclair says, frowning and sliding his hands into his pockets. ”

Why on earth would he want that? We have three more dinners with the Atalaxians scheduled over the next few nights, he could go to any one of those

“No, Dominic,” I say softly, looking up at him. “The note is only addressed to me.”

My mate goes still as my words, and their implications, sink in. And then his face goes dark.

“Okay!” Roger says in too-cheerful tones, wrapping his hands around Cora’s arms as he stands up, dragging her with him. “Time for us to go! It’s been a pleasure, Dom – we’ll see you later – ”

“What?” Cora gasps, fumbling to her feet and looking between Roger and me. “No, I want to stay!”

“Nope!” he says, moving her hastily for the door. “We’re out of here!”

“Roger, I’m in pajamas – ”

“If you don’t kill anyone, Cora, no one will care what you’re wearing -”

My eyes follow my protesting sister as Roger pulls her from the room, shutting the door behind them. And then my eyes snap up to my mate who glowers silently down at me, the only sounds in the room our little baby happily cooing next to us.

know I didn’t do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice

voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set of every single one of his

at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when he’s

close to my chest before standing up

to do?” I

to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection

and I and I’m dying to know what it is. I want very much to go to

apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair

as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises a hand to my cheek. “What do you

into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to see what I can do to

but smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this. Warmth coils within me, heating me from the

Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of my lower lip with the edge of his

on it,” he

to think about?”

apparently relishing

“Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him,

why didn’t

I say,

me a little, “maybe you should be a little less nice to

as flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t kill the enemies, now you’re telling me not to be nice?

and slipping it to my shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in

begging for a kiss and sending a little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, claiming me as his. I open

a little frantic suddenly, wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no

his face from mine, even though I’m still pressed

little as he looks down at