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 stern as I slowly start to shake my

snaps, his 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

move slowly, not wanting to set him off. I mean, I’m not scared, not 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

gather him close to my chest before standing up and moving

you want me to do?” I ask, my voice perfectly calm.

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

some kind of connection between Calvin and I and I’m dying to know what it is. I want very much to go to this dinner and find out

my mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart

his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises

me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia, or if I can learn anything new from him, I’ll do it. But if you want me to stay?”

arm tightening, and even though I know he’s upset I can’t help but smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this.

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

think on it,”

think about?” I

scent, apparently relishing it,

from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him,

why didn’t he

growly!” I say,

little, “maybe you should be a

closer to that my body lines as flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t

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

tiptoes and tilting my chin up, silently begging for a kiss and sending a little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response

little frantic suddenly, wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me wants to break away

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

sighs, panting a little as he looks