Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 456- Negotiations

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I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside.

“So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious.

“What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion.

“To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb -”

“Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head as I arrive at the head of the table but his face just breaks out into a grin.

“What is it?” our father asks, looking between us. I know that he can tell from my serious face that something’s up, and from Roger’s joking one that it’s well enough under control that we don’t need to take major action now.

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” І murmur, not wanting to get into it with the Atalaxian delegation already filtering into the room.

“Prince Calvin asked Ella on a date,” Roger says, leaning close so that dad can hear but speaking loud enough that I know what he said. I sigh deeply, grabbing a packet of papers off the desk and flipping idly through them, making a mental note to beat the crap out of my brother at the earliest opportunity.

“What?” dad says, looking at me with wide eyes.

“It’s not like that,” I growl, glaring at Roger. “Can we just drop it for now? We’ve got more important things to worry about.”

Dad glares at Roger too, taking my side as the majority of the persons attending this meeting begin to take their seats. Roger laughs a little but comes around to my other side, sinking into the chair on my right while my father takes his place on my left. King Gabriel is here as an advisor on our side, ready to argue staunchly against war, as well as six other pack members from our territories. My eyes scan the room, noting the presence of nine Atalaxian delegates with one empty chair.

door, the final delegate appears: Prince Calvin, slipping into the room and

glare daggers at him, unable to help it,

doesn’t

because I want him to look at me – I want him to know that I know what the hell he’s up to, even if Ella doesn’t see it, or pretends

clever or a coward, because he keeps his eyes

and drawn out, and largely unproductive. The Atalaxians are well prepared and clearly seeking

makes a lot of sense for them to want to go to war with us. Atalaxia is a large, conservative nation with deep pockets and excellent military powers. Moon Valley is

Damon, I think to myself, scowling inwardly. You set

us apart, made us a wounded animal ready for Atalaxia to come in for a kill. While they’re pretending that they want this war because we’ve moved against them, everyone knows it’s bullshit. No, what Atalaxia really wants is to wipe our nation out, to annex

strategically and financially profitable for Atalaxia, but it would be an ideological coup as well. A lot of powerful men in that nation have some truly awful ideas

grit my teeth as I think about it, the warrior in me wanting to go to war, to wipe

that this nation has no where near the resources,

it, but I know we’ll lose. Or if we even have a shot of winning, that the war will stretch on for years – that, damn it, Rafe might be

this war, if it goes for as long as I think it could. That if I fail in these negotiations, I could be signing my own

I’m thinking. But still I can tell. He knows that I’m upset, and in his own way he’s trying to

take a deep

knows more than Ella and I do about Rafe’s future. That he didn’t tell me everything he and Cora saw at the moonlight baptism we asked him not to but he told me that Rafe’s life isn’t

a battlefield, Roger would have seen it. And the fact that he

to the Goddess, thanking her both for my brother and her insight, begging her again

him, isn’t it? About the world in which he’ll grow to be a man, about the Kingdom I’ll one day hand over

I raise my eyes I look directly at Calvin over the table, who I find looking right at me for the first time.

doing? Two men a King and a Prince – choosing to send our sons to

really what we want