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Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 75

Chapter 75 – The Prince Slips Up

Ella

As the Prince and I move around the dance floor, I’m only too conscious that every eye in the room is

on us. Of course, none of those eyes weigh on my shoulders so heavily as Sinclairs. I’m working hard

not to accidentally send him any signals that I need to be rescued, but it isn’t easy – especially after the

Prince just confronted me with one of the many lies I’ve been telling.

“That’s not surprising.” I bluff. “I lived a quiet life before coming here.”

“There’s quiet and then there’s nonexistent.” The Prince mutters bleakly. “And forgive me but I find it

highly suspicious that you made absolutely no impact on your prior pack. After all – one would expect a

she-wolf qualified to be Luna to have a high profile.”

“Believe it or not,” I begin, deciding to tell at least one truth tonight, “but I didn’t find my strength until I

met Dominic. He’s helping me recognize that my power was always there, but sometimes it takes

seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes to appreciate the parts of ourselves we take for granted.

So, no I didn’t have a high profile in the Bloodbane pack.”

The Prince scoffs. “I wouldn’t be so quick to admit that, Ella. Just imagine what the council would think

if they knew.” His tone implies advice, but his eyes glint with an obvious threat.

“I’ll gladly tell them myself.” I counter co olly, “I’m not ashamed of my past, and I think people need

leaders who can be honest about their journeys. No one starts out in this world as a force of nature;

they become one after being molded and weathered by the elements. Dominic and I are examples of

how even the strongest of our kind become so through resilience and strife, as well as the people with

whom you surround yourself – not blind ambition.”

The Prince has been keeping his voice low, no doubt afraid of being overheard, but when I continue to

speak at a volume guaranteeing others will hear our conversation, he loses his temper. “Would you

keep your voice down?!”

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“Why, don’t you want people to know our positions?” I counter, feeling an unfamiliar sp ik e of

adrenaline. Is this how hunters feel when they know they’re closing in? When they’ve got their target

cornered. “Don’t you want them to be fully informed before the election?”

“That isn’t how things are done!” The Prince snaps, forgetting to whisper now.

“Well maybe it should be.” I answer coldly. “Why adhere to outdated traditions just because that’s the

way things have always been done? Being done doesn’t mean they’re right or effective.”

The Prince growls, and I see the wolves around us rear back in shock. I know I have scant seconds

before Sinclair will appear and sn atch me away from the Prince so he can attack, so I offer the tyrant

in front of me my widest smile, hoping it will convince Sinclair I can handle this.

“See, this is exactly what I mean,” I beam, mildly surprised at how little fear I truly fear. “Growling at

breeding she-wolves half your size really seems like a practice that should have been left in the dark

ages, don’t you think?”

The Prince glowers, abruptly stopping and yanking me close enough so he can hiss in my ear, “You

dumb bi tch, I don’t know how you survived last night, but mark my words, I’m going to get rid of you

and that brat you’re growing one way or another. You should leave while you still can, if you stay I

guarantee your days are numbered!”

His claws are digging into my bandaged arms, and I know I can’t give into my instincts to growl back at

him. I don’t care if he’s threatening me, but the idea that he’s threatening my pup makes me want to

rant and rage – to destroy him no matter the cost.

Any fear I might have once felt for myself has translated into primal protectiveness for my child. The

problem is that it might cost us the campaign – I know how important it is for me to continue looking

calm and unintimidated by the Prince. If I let the people around us see my fear or anger I’ll lose the

upper hand.

Luckily Sinclair appears in our path before I can lose control and snap back the way I want to. He

suddenly steps into our path, all rugged good looks and raw power. My belly swoops and flutters when I

see him, and the next thing I know, he’s extracting me from the Prince’s arms. “I’m going to take my

mate back now.” He announces with a lethal grin, not waiting for the Prince to agree. “It’s been too

long.”

I laugh, “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“I meant what I said.” Sinclair beams, sending a ripple of laughs around the room as he sweeps me into

his arms. We spin away on the dance floor, leaving the Prince to stew in his anger.

Only once we’ve left our audience behind and I’m swaying safely in Sinclair’s arms, does he drop his

lips to my ear. “What did he say to you?”

I glance up at him hesitantly. “I’m not sure I should tell you, not here at least.”

“If you don’t tell me now I’m going to throw a tantrum right here in the middle of the dance floor.”

Sinclair jokes, though there’s a sharp edge in his voice that tells me he’s not merely jesting. He might

have chosen the words to make me laugh, but I can tell he needs to know the truth if he’s going to

maintain his control.

“He admitted sending the rogues after me.” I relate, peeking up at him. “He threatened me and the

baby, told me to leave while I still can.”

Sinclair pulls me closer, until I can no longer see his handsome face. Still, I can picture him glowering

at everyone around us, staring daggers at anyone who sets eyes on me –like a dragon guarding its

treasure. “Don’t worry, Ella.” Sinclair rumbles, his strong hands caressing my spine. “I won’t let him hurt

you or the baby.”

“I know you won’t.” I a*sure him, leaning close so he can feel my solid weight in his arms. “I trust you,

Dominic.”

I’m amazed to realize I’m speaking the truth. I do trust Sinclair, despite everything I’ve been through. I

know he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, and I know he’ll keep me safe.

“Thank you, baby.” He croons, sending delicious shivers down my spine. Even as I revel in his warm

tone and terms of endearment, his earlier threats are still ringing in my ears, and I have to wonder

whether I have another punishment ahead of me.

“Am I still in trouble?” I squeak, not sure whether I’m hoping he says yes or no. There’s something

strangely addictive about his dominance, and I’m still aching for his touch. At the time I thought the

longing would pa*s with time, but it seems like my hormones have gotten the better of me. Rather than

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pa*sing, my desire has only grown, and the flames were stoked ever higher when he began scolding

me earlier.

“No, sweetheart.” He answers, donning an indulgent smile. “You kept me from making a terrible

mistake. You helped me stay calm when I was completely out of control. You don’t deserve a

punishment, if anything you deserve to be rewarded.”

“Oh? What kind of reward?” I inquire, both hoping he’ll give me a scandalous answer, and praying he

won’t. I’m not sure how much longer I can resist him, even though I know I should.

He chuckles, sending heat through every inch of my body. “That’s a dangerous question, little one.”

I smother a whimper, even as heat pools in my core. I hear Sinclair take in a sharp breath, and I’m sure

he can smell my arousal again. I lean my forehead against the hard muscles of his chest. “What are we

doing, Dominic?” I sigh, knowing I’m being terribly contrary. “I’m sorry, I know I’m not making any of this

easier – I’m just so confused.”

“It’s okay to be confused.” He promises. “And I think you were right this afternoon. You’ve been through

too much. You’re not in any state of mind to make those kinds of decisions today – no matter what your

body wants.”

“But my body wants it so badly.” I confess, figuring that I’ve already admitted as much in our dream

date, so I have nothing left to lose.

“Mine does too.” Sinclair smiled wryly, “if you could hear my wolf, Ella – you’d be scandalized… maybe

even frightened.”

“I’m not sure I could be frightened of you. Not the way you mean at least.” I breathe, “it’s the strangest

thing, If you were anyone else I’d be terrified, but it’s like the baby won’t let me.”

“He’s a smart baby.” Sinclair confirms, putting up with pride. “He gets that from you.”

I’m tempted to argue, but I can see a warning glint in Sinclair’s eyes and think better of it. “So what do

we do? How do we resist this?”

“We keep at it.” Sinclair decides, “until we can’t any longer.”

“And then?” I prompt him, curious beyond words. “When we can no longer resist?”

“We give in.” Sinclair answers, lowering his forehead to mine. “And pray we can survive it.”