Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 470- War

Ella

The next day, Cora and Roger come over early. Roger and Sinclair head out, their faces solemn, to speak with their aids and their advisors regarding how to respond to the news we know is inevitably coming. Our reconnaissance teams told us that the Atalaxian delegation did indeed return home last night and were apparently in council until dawn.

Which suggests that at any moment now, they’ll declare war.

Sinclair, I know, is spending a great deal of time deciding how to publicly respond. I think that he and Roger right now are recording a message that will go out to the nation as soon as the war is declared. But Cora and I?

Well.

We’re just…being moms.

“Ella,” she says, sighing and holding Rafe out towards me in my closet, wrinkling her nose. “I think you precious future King needs to be changed.”

I sigh, my sweater only half over my head. “So? Go change him.”

When I pull my sweater down and settle it neatly over my stomach, I see her grinning at me, my baby still outstretched in her arms. “Nope,” she says, shaking her head. “Your baby, your diaper.”

“You’re going to regret that policy,” I say, taking Rafe from her with raised brows, “in juuuuust about three and a half months, Cora.”

“And for three and a half months, I will be diaper free!” she calls after me with a laugh as I carry my smelly baby over to his changing table in the bedroom.

Rafe grins at me, looking honestly a little proud of himself, and I can’t help but laugh as I lay him down and quickly change him. “Little Rafe,” I coo, smiling down into his perfect face and tickling his belly, “getting so big! Do you want to try an apple today? Or some avocado?”

As I finish changing Rafe, Cora comes out of the closet, changed into a comfortable set of my clothes. She came to the palace today in more formal clothing, but as soon as Sinclair let her know that she probably wouldn’t be required to appear or speak she immediately expressed her intention to change.

picking up the baby, my eyes going to where her

her eyes and laughing as she comes over to me. ” I’m

no you’re not,” I say, laughing as we together move into the living area through the next door and settle onto the couch. “Trust me, you’ll know you’re huge when you can’t even see

hands going to either side of her belly. “It just goes so fast, these wolf pregnancies,” she says, shaking her head. “Human moms get nine months to adjust; it’s kind of crazy that wolf mothers

eyebrows. “I didn’t even

how long mine will be,” she murmurs, still studying her belly, smiling down at

resting back on the couch and holding my baby close to my chest, turning him a little so he can look at his auntie. Rafe giggles a little, the sweetest

surprise results in a pup,” Cora murmurs, and I laugh at her displeased tone. “I’d like to know, to have a

And with children – and this family?” I shake my head a little. “Maybe it’s better to just lean into the unknown.

looking up at me now. “With war on the horizon? And Roger looking like he’s going to be in the midst of it all?” she shakes her head. “Forgive me, Ella, if I lean into

I can say anything else, though, the door opens and Roger and Sinclair come through, their hands shockingly empty of tablets, phones, paperwork – any

he comes to stand behind me. ” All done

he murmurs.

across the couch to make room for him to sit down behind me. Cora wordlessly makes more room, going to sit on Roger’s lap and draping her legs over the side of the armchair on which he settles. I

say, turning a little to look at Sinclair, finding his eyes already on me. “Is

a little sigh. Then he reaches for the remote and presses a few buttons, turning on the television that hangs on the far wall. The channel immediately turns to a news venue, and words stretch across the

WAR DECARED

details he already knows, Sinclair presses mute and wraps his arms more tightly around me. I sigh, pressing myself against him, and then I

to avoid

the upper hand,” “Sinclair replies, and I can feel him shake his head, feel his disappointment down the bond. “It’s a gamble – but if they win? The rewards will be worth it. Moon

fight very hard to take it,”

at the top of Rafe’s head,

“that it’s

be sorry,” I say, my reply instant – because it’s really, really not his fault. And I bolster myself then, knowing that Sincliar is as worried as I am. Knowing that he needs me to be strong for him, as he is for me. I work to put a