Chapter 428 – Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

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“Come on,” Roger says, leading me into the house so we can have a better look around. He peeks into all the corners his Alpha training of course immediately going into protection mode, making sure we’re safe – as I go directly to the back wall and press the windows open. To my delight, they turn out to be not windows but doors that fold completely open so that the whole wall opens directly onto the beach.

Eager, I press them all back and then lean against the wall, looking out over the sand at the ocean stretching out before us.

A few moments later my mate comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him, lowering his face to my hair and inhaling my scent. I reach one arm up behind me and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, feeling the softness of his skin against my palms, loving the way the short hairs at the base of his head brush against my fingertips.

“So, is it everything you were looking for, Mrs. Sinclair?” he murmurs to me and I smile, a little shiver going through me to hear the name. My name.

“It’s everything I never knew I wanted,” I whisper back, feeling so happy and complete that I can hardly bear it. And then I turn in my mate’s arms, and tilt my head back to look at him, and I smile.

And my mate bends down a little, shifting his arms so that they move from my waist to just below my rear, and then he tightens his arms and stands up straight, taking me with him. I laugh then, running my hands through his hair and kissing him. After a long moment, he pulls back, just half an inch. “To bed?”

But slyly, I shake my head and wiggle. “Put me down. I want to…do something.”

Curious, Roger puts me on the ground and I grab the white box off the bed, grinning. Then, I point to the little iron fireplace next to the bed. “Will you light that?” I ask.

He nods to me, just once, and then watches me as I disappear with the box into the bathroom.

Because I might be a wolf in my soul, but…I want one part of this to be human. So as Roger lights a fire I untie the silver ribbon on the box.

And lift out my wedding dress.

Ella

“Well that’s weird,” I murmur, looking through my phone as my mate sits shirtless beside me, finishing up the last of his paperwork before bed.

“What’s weird,” he asks, though I can tell he’s only half paying attention. But I frown, looking at the message from Cora. “Cora says she’s going away with Roger for a few days.”

“What?” he asks, his head swiveling to me, his voice instantly more alert. Then he snatches his own phone off the bedside table. “That can’t be right,” he says, flicking through his messages. Roger didn’t say anything to me.”

“Well, whatever,” I say, giving a little shrug. “They can take some time for themselves –

“Ella,” Sinclair sighs, and I look over at him in surprise. “We’re planning a coronation and trying to run a country. I’m depending on him to be here!”

I frown at him and shake my head a little. “Don’t be so unromantic, Dominic,” I scold. “They’re in love, they’re going to have a baby. Plus, Cora looked amazing in the wedding dresses today – I think I’m going to be able to talk her into that wedding. If they do that for us, why wouldn’t we let them have a few days away?”

“Did she say that she was going to do it?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Nope!” I say, smiling as I start to type a reply on my phone. “She said to forget about it.”

“What!?”

“Don’t stress,” I say, laughing and glancing at him again. “I know her! I think she’s gonna say yes. We should move forward with the plans.”

Sinclair just groans and shakes his head, typing his own message out probably to his brother. I concentrate on my own.

That’s fine, Cora! Take whatever time you need. Don’t worry about the camps Isabel, Hank, and I can hold it down. Will fill you in whenever you get back хохо.

That done, I look quickly over at the baby to make sure that he’s still sleeping – and I smile to see that he is before curling up next to my mate, resting my head against his chest and giving him a little kiss there as he finishes his message to Roger and presses send.

“Did you yell at him?” I ask.

“Yup,” he replies before tossing his phone aside and wrapping his arm around me. “Okay well don’t yell at Cora,” I murmur, getting sleepy. “That’s my job.”

“You got it,” he replies.

We’re silent for a long moment before Sinclair clears his throat. I open my eyes, surprised, before looking up at him. “What is it?” I ask. Because I know him – I know that he’s exhausted, and that we both need to catch what sleep we can.

So, if Sinclair is clearing his throat, wanting to talk about one last thing before bed?

Something’s up.

“Ella…” he says, hesitating. “I want you to trust me when I tell you what I have to say.” I sit up fully now, frowning down at him.

“Tell me,” I demand, getting suddenly anxious. “Right now.”

“Come back down here,” he says, pulling at my shoulder. But I just shake my head at him, frowning, my anxiety getting worse.

“Not until you tell me.”

“Ella,” he says, his voice low with warning.

“Dominic!”

He just glares at me for a long moment before he realizes that I’m not going to give in, and then he closes his eyes for a second, steeling himself. ” Ella, we got word from the Atalaxians today. They… they want to send a delegation to the coronation.”

“What!?” I gasp, appalled.

“All the other neighboring nations are coming,” he says quickly, “sending a delegation if not their royals themselves. It would be an incredible insult not to invite the Atalaxians as well.”

“Wait,” I say, putting out a finger to stop him. “Am I hearing you right? Not only are they coming, but you invited those bigots!? Into our HOME!?”

“Ella,” he growls, snapping his eyes open and swiping at my finger, knocking it away. “We had to extend the invitation – it would have been such an obvious act of aggression if we didn’t – ”

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