Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

Ella We’re able to see the true fallout of Xander’s death as the next few days pass, which are…more stressful than I’d like them to be. Cora, luckily, stays at my side through most of it, knowing that I need her support. “Well,” she says, lounging in bed with me and fl**king through her phone…

“He wants to…go to dinner,” I say, frowning a little. “Dinner,” Sinclair says, frowning and sliding his hands into his pockets. ” Why on earth would he want that? We have three more dinners with the Atalaxians scheduled over the next few nights, he could go to any one of those “No, Dominic,” I say…

“To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb -” “Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head as I arrive at the head of the table but his face just breaks out into…

Slowly, as if he can read my thoughts, Calvin nods. And then, to my surprise, he stands up and leaves the room. The man speaking one of the Atalaxian delegates falters in his speech for a moment, clearly confused at Calvin’s abrupt departure. And I glare too, because this man Well, he’s certainly got balls,…

“On the bed,” he orders, nodding to it, his voice brooking no argument. I obey, stepping out of my dress and over to the bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across it, wearing nothing but my black pumps, and my pa**ies, and my lacy bra. A growl rumbles in my mate’s ch*st as…

“Hey!” I call cheerfully, and Roger wh*ps towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips over his own feet. “What are you doing in here?” he asks almost growls. I lean back a little in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am…

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…

I turn to look at Conner, my eyebrows raised “No,” Conner says, nodding and smiling a 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 to protect me but far enough to give us…

He blinks at me, shocked. “Wha-what!?” I burst into laughter yet again, leaning back in my chair and letting the joy sweep through me because of course, if you didn’t grow up hearing that, it really is just gross, isn’t it? “Just something we say,” I say, wiping at my eyes a little, my body…

And so I take a little sip, pleasantly surprised at the rich taste and the crisp little bite of the chilled liquor. It tastes like melons. “I do like it,” I say, smiling at him and placing the drink down on the stone balustrade against which he leans. Then I lean on it too, staring…