Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 459 – Dinner with the Prince

Ella

Conner opens my car door and gives an odd little bow as I get out of it.

“What on earth was that?” I ask, grinning at him.

Conner, to his credit, blushes a little as he gives me a shrug. “I don’t know, you’re a Queen now. Aren’t I supposed to bow?”

I wrinkle my nose at him. “I have no idea,” I say, laughing, pleased when he laughs with me and closes the car door behind me. “But since neither of us know, maybe we should cut it out?”

“All right,” he says with a grin, looking up towards the restaurant where Calvin asked me to meet him. I’m a little thrilled, honestly, to be out of the palace for the first time in weeks and also pleased that this was kept quiet enough that there is no press here to capture the moment.

“I’m glad you’re here, Conner,” I say quietly, taking a deep breath to steel myself.

“Anytime, Luna,” he murmurs, and he keeps close by my side as I walk up the stairs.

I’m relieved to see, when I get inside, that the restaurant is dark and only about half full, all of the patrons gathered in deep booths so that I can only see the tops of their heads. I smile to myself, thinking that the Prince chose his venue well.

“This way, Highness,” a young woman says, smiling at me and leading me not into the dining room but towards a small elevator. The three of us are a bit packed in, but the ride is short – just to the second floor. When the door slides open, the young woman smiles and gestures forward into a very small, very pretty private dining room. There’s even a little balcony terrace outside that looks absolutely gorgeous in the moonlight.

Calvin is sitting alone at a table, looking at his phone with a half-full glass of wine in front of him. When I step into the room he looks up and he smiles.

And damn it, but I have to admit…he’s really good looking. Not as good looking as Sinclair – I mean, at least not to me but the way that smile lights his face, and those cheekbones, and those violet eyes?

Damn.

But I don’t have much time to think on it as he stands up and holds out a hand to me, inviting me to the table.

I smile myself, not needing to force it as I cross the room to take his hand. That buzz of electricity passes between us as he leans forward, murmuring a greeting and intending to brush the barest kiss against my cheek – nothing inappropriate, nothing that wouldn’t pass between an ambassador and a Queen

little, considering that he probably got a whiff of precisely how much Sinclair has marked me as his

as if tempted, but

something flutters in me at the nearness

hell

gesturing towards my seat. Then, to my surprise, he looks beyond me at Conner,

turn to look at Conner,

little in recognition of the graciousness of the invitation. “I’m fine over here,” he gestures towards a little couch in the corner of the room, where he’ll be close enough

Conner moves away. I smile a little

his voice hesitating a little, “I wasn’t sure if

I’m not really sorry, am I? My mate needed a little reassurance and I’m happy to

to make me

impression that he cares. He wanted to have this dinner so that we can talk, but if I’m

I say, leaning forward with a laugh. “And thirsty, if

hand and signaling to a waiter I didn’t see.

I say quietly, raising the glass to my lips and savoring the taste of the rich

leaning forward in his curiosity. He frowns at me, genuinely not getting

long sip of

stop, and burst into laughter, because Calvin chokes a little

unable to stop my grin. “Is that should I not have said

embarrassed, though I see him smiling and shaking his

correct, my

me a little now, growing more comfortable.

forward and looking at him with wide eyes, setting my glass down on

and rolling his eyes at me. “I understand the mechanics of how young babies are fed, it’s just…” he leans back, running a hand through his hair, “honestly, Ella, women in my world never, ever talk to men about that sort

him, holding his eyes. “You know I think

nodding, and

separate. It is something which I’d like to see changed, but which is so ingrained in our culture that it’s going to take generations to

to see how easy this conversation already is. Because even if we’re talking about a really complicated subject that’s difficult

Calvin asks questions about my life and I tell him everything, readily, easily – all about Cora, and my sweet baby Rafe, and growing up in the orphanage and the strange way I met my mate. Some details I keep back – he doesn’t