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.

voice stern as I slowly start to shake my head

didn’t say you did, Ella,” he snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set

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

close to

to do?” I ask,

myself? I want to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build bridges

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

about ready to tear this man apart for asking

his mind 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

now. If you want me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia,

little, his 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.

my mouth, tracing the line of my

think on it,”

to think about?” I

relishing it, “of ripping him

“Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not a date

didn’t he invite

all growly!” I say,

me a 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

about,” he murmurs, moving his hand from my face and slipping it to my shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign

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 and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, claiming me as his. I

baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me

face from mine, even though I’m

can’t,” he sighs, panting a little as