Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
He doesn’t bother to deny it, instead heaving a big sigh. “Dominic and I talked a lot tonight about what it is we need to do. He sent Ella to that damn dinner -”
“Really?” I ask, my eyes going wide.
“We’re grasping at straws, Cora,” he says, defending his brother even though he should know he doesn’t have to. I’m actually glad Ella’s going to that dinner – there is something weird bet**en her and that Prince, and I for one want her to figure it out.
Plus, I know she’d never, ever betray her mate.
Even if…
Well. No point in voicing my suspicions now, especially if they’re likely to be wrong. No need to raise trouble that’s not already there.
“Everyone’s got to do their part,” Roger says next, sounding a little bitter about it.
Worried, I move down in the bed so that we’re laying next to each other in the dark, face to face so that I can see his eyes. “Tell me what you mean when you say that,” I reply, knowing that there’s something there.
Roger sighs again, closing his eyes as if he can’t bear to look at me when he says it. “Dominic asked me to take the military,” he says, shaking his head. ” To train the armies, to run them, to…to be at the front lines of this war, Cora.”
My blood goes cold as I hear him say it, and dread fills me at the idea of my mate at the front of this war the King’s brother, in charge, a clear target.
And for the first time…
My baby passes me the same emotion back: worry.
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 p**ss 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 bet**en us as he leans forward, murmuring a greeting and intending to brush the barest k**s against my cheek – nothing inappropriate, nothing that wouldn’t pass bet**en an ambassador and a Queen
But he flinches back at the last moment, and I smirk a little, considering that he probably got a whiff of precisely how much Sinclair has marked me as his tonight.
Calvin hesitates as if tempted, but then he pulls away.
Still, something flutters in me at the nearness of this man.
What the hell is going on?
“I’m so glad you came,” Calvin says, gesturing towards my seat. Then, to my surprise, he looks beyond me at Conner, who is standing a few paces behind. “Will you be joining us?”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?