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Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 164
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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 164

Sinclair’s Decision

Ella

I’m on cloud nine when we return from the refugee camps. My wolf is practically crowing with her

success supporting our mate in his darkest and most thick-headed moment, and even my sister’s

troubles with Roger aren’t enough to bring me down.

I take a quick shower before dinner, my mind swirling with ideas to surprise Sinclair this evening. He’s

been going through so much and trying to bear it all alone, and all I want is to be there for him. I decide

to sneak away while he’s finishing up his work so I can task a few servants with collecting some

romantic items for tonight: ma*sage oils so I can work the knots out of his tense muscles, chocolate

and candies to indulge his sweet tooth… and maybe spread over my body for him to devour, candles

and rose petals to set the mood, even some S**y pregnancy lingerie to tempt him.

I’m so excited to put my plan into motion that I’m grinning when I exit the bathroom, still toweling my

hair dry. Unfortunately I stop dead in my tracks when I see him waiting for me, seated at the end of the

bed watching me with a somber expression. Instantly I know that something is wrong, but I can’t

imagine what it might be after we had such a great day.

“Sit down, trouble.” Sinclair instructs gently, patting the bed beside him.

My anxiety immediately spikes. I can count the number of times my mate has been in our bed without

touching me in some way on one hand. Still, I gingerly cross the floor, cradling my pregnant belly in my

hands, and perch beside him. I’m sure he can sense my unease, but instead of sending me waves of

comfort in response, I feel only regret pulsing through our bond.” What is it?”

Sinclair gazes down at me with grim determination. “I’ve thought about this a lot, Ella. I’ve tried my best

to be objective and not let my own wants sway me, and I’ve decided that when I leave on my diplomatic

mission… I can’t, in good conscience, take you with me.”

My heart sinks, and my wolf whines pitifully in my head. “Why not? You promised you would think about

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it.”

“I have, baby.” Sinclair insists. “And it wasn’t easy. But I’d rather trust you with the devil I know than the

one I don’t. I know the security risks here, I know the guard set up and emergency contingencies, I

know Gabriel. I can’t say that about any of the places I’m going. I tried to work out some way to bring

you along but at the end of the day I simply can’t trust unknown wolves with your safety, and I have to

think that the Royal Palace is the most secure place in Vanara, whether I’m here or not.”

“But if I came along I wouldn’t just be hovering in the background.” I argue, pulling both of my legs onto

the bed and turning towards him. ‘Think about how much I benefitted the campaign. If you need to

schmooze and charm the Alphas, I can help!”

“I know.” Sinclair confirms. “I thought about that, but I’m not sure the advantage you provide would

outweigh the risk.”

“You mean I might be able to help, but not enough to really matter?” I say, feeling my heart fall.

‘That is not what I mean.” Sinclair corrects immediately. “I mean that I would rather try my best and fail,

than for both of us to try only to end up losing you or Rafe.”

“But what about the third possibility?” I press. “Where you take me and we win them all over and no

one gets hurt?”

Sinclair’s mouth quirks, his eyes crinkling with affection. “It’s still not worth risking the second option,

little one.”

I can feel my lower lip beginning to quiver, and I hear his wolf whine in my head, agitated by my

imminent tears. “So you’d rather lose the war, than let me take just a fraction of the risks you are?”

“Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, sliding his hand around my nape. “I believe that I can build the alliances we

need, whether you are with me or not – not because I don’t appreciate how much value you bring to the

table, but because I’m determined to get it done no matter what. I have no plans on losing the war, and

I know you don’t need to be protected and spoiled, but I care about you too much to do otherwise. So

please let me do this.”

“But we’re supposed to be a team.” I insist, staring at my lap.

“We are a team.” Sinclair professes emphatically. “But most teams require the players to fill different

positions to support one another. I’m helping the team by meeting with the Alphas, and you’ll be helping

the team by helping Gabriel make arrangements for the refugees arriving from the continent, and

helping Hugo respond to developments back home – plan countermoves when I’m out of reach. Not to

mention growing our pup so that we have an heir when it’s time to take the throne.”

My thoughts can barely keep up with this. Until now, Sinclair hasn’t mentioned anything about me

acting as his official Luna in all this, but then again we’ve had little opportunity to talk about my role

since my wolf woke up. “You mean, you’re going to let me help strategize? To sit in on policy and

warmaking meetings?” I ask, astonished.

Sinclair blinks incredulously. “Of course. You don’t think I’m going to waste that brain of yours, do you?”

“But you’ve been so concerned with shielding me from stress.” I reply, trying to justify my confusion.

“I’m learning, trouble.” He chuckles. “It took a while but I’ve figured out that being out of the loop only

makes you more anxious. Besides, your wolf is awake now, and I may have a hard time dumping my

own worries on you, but I know you’re more than capable of handling this role.”

I’m touched, and beyond proud that he believes in me this much, but there’s still one problem. “But part

of being a Luna means taking care of you too.” I state sadly. “I can’t do that if you’re thousands of miles

away.”

“We’ll be in constant contact, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “I’ll call you every night and every morning, and

we can always meet in our dreams.”

For a moment, I feel pacified. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s smarter to divide and conquer… but, my

wolf interjects, that’s not what this is. He isn’t suggested we separate so we can tackle different

problems. He’s doing it because he thinks we’re too weak and vulnerable to withstand the risks he’s

going to be facing all on his own.

Her words ringing in my ears, I clamber to my feet, shaking my head.” Dominic, I know I’m new to this

and that I’m not as strong as you are, but I’m never going to grow into my power if you don’t let me try.

If you keep me in a bubble I’m just going to stay weak and dependent on others to get by.” Suddenly

Cora’s words the day we fought are ringing in my ears, and though I don’t regret looking out for my

sister, I’m beginning to understand what she meant about constantly being sheltered.

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“You aren’t weak, Ella.” Sinclair corrects me sternly. “And you are the least codependent person I’ve

ever met.”

“But I am dependant on others for protection in this world.” I argue. “On you and my guards – and I will

be until I learn to stand on my own two feet.”

’Then maybe being apart will be good for you.” Sinclair counters slyly, completely missing the point.

“You can spread your wings without me hovering over your shoulder.”

‘That isn’t what I mean. You might be leaving but you’re still sheltering me… shielding me and coddling

me.” I insist. “You’re keeping me in the safest circumstances possible and ensuring I don’t have to fight

or take risks.” Sinclair unfolds from the bed, crossing his powerful arms over his chest.” Well Goddess

forbid that I should want to make my breeding mate safe after everything we’ve been through.” He

growls sarcastically. “I promised I would take care of you, that I would make sure you never had to

suffer poverty, abuse or neglect again.”

“I know that,” I sigh, “and I love you for wanting to give me only the good things in life… but that isn’t

our reality anymore, Dom. We’re exiles and we’re about to go to war. I can’t, in good conscience, sit

idly by while everyone risks their lives for me. I want to help, I want to prove myself worthy as your

Luna.”

“You have already proved yourself worthy a hundred times over, little wolf.” Sinclair a*sures me, closing

the space between us. “And I’m sorry that I can’t take you with me, but I promise it’s for the best.”

My wolf is getting more frustrated and angry by the minute. “I might have proved myself to you, mate.” I

snap, “but I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about proving it to myself! I want to do this and I

want to be there for you – And the fact is that you could take me if you chose, you’re just not willing.”

Sinclair clenches his angular jaw. “I’m not going to apologize for protecting you Ella. And you can be

mad at me all you want, but I’m not going to change my mind.”

“You know, except for our really early days together, I’ve always felt like you were in my corner. That

you would support my goals and interests whether they aligned with yours or not. Then again, this is

the probably the first time we’ve really been put to the test, so I guess all that was just wishful thinking.”

I shrug, fighting back tears. “And I’ve been wrong before, but you know what? I can’t ever remember

being so fucking disappointed.” With that I turn on my heel and stalk out of the room, leaving my mate

without a backward glance.