Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel Chapter 156

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 156

Chapter 156 – Sightseeing Ella

The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet.

Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen.

The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduce us.

It’s all so easy and peaceful, no lies, no secrets, just wolves living openly together in harmony.

Watching Gabriel, I see a leader who is strong but compa*sionate, ruthless but open-minded.

He’s intelligent and has as much raw power as my own mate, though he lacks Sinclair’s dangerous edge.

I expect Gabriel would be quite deadly if pushed, but he’s much more easy going than my own brooding Alpha.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution.

Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare.

In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world n.ovelebook could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

Maybe it’s naive to think a traumatized society could recover completely and achieve this sort of easy comfort…After all it’s not like Sinclair could simply snap his fingers and undo all the suffering caused by his predecessor.

No, if we can win this war we’ll have a monumental task ahead of us in terms of healing and rebuilding the united packs, and earning the trust of an oppressed people.

But I believe that if anyone can achieve this goal, it’s Sinclair.

I turn to look up at the man in question, so inspired by this vision that I want to share my hope with him.

However when I see his face he looks a million miles away.

His granite jaw is clenched and his gaze is hawkishly scanning our surroundings.

He manages to smile and greet the various people we meet, but his grip on my waist never loosens, and he never loses the hardness in his eyes.

I lean into his side as a cool breeze flutters through the square, carrying the scent of rain.

“What good is coming out if you’re not going to actually be present?”

I inquire, poking his muscular chest.

The huge Alphe looks down at me with dry amusement, closing his powerful hand around my offending finger.

“I said I would come along, I didn’t promise to forget my worries.”

“That’s cheating.” I inform him, narrowing my eyes to a scowl.

“Is it now?”

Heasks, arching his brow in response to my accusation.

“Need I remind you that you’re the one who pointed out how dangerous unfamiliar territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves too clever and too brave for their own good.”

“You agreed to take a break.”

I counter, ignoring the bait he put out for my wolf, and laying a bit of my own.

“And if you get to break your promises then I don’t see why I should have to keep my own.”

I know he doesn’t need more explanation.

Before we left Gabriel’s palace Dominic made me vow to stay close to him, never go out of sight and tell him the moment I sensed anything off.

I knew he was just being cautious — and rightly so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises are providing my with the perfect button to push.

Sinclair growls, his wolf is naturally responding to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell, is to do it literally.

“Ella—”

Sinclair warns, using my name as if it’s an admonishment.

“We should shift.” I suggest, cutting him off.

“Half the people here are in their wolf form.” I say, gesturing to the people custling around us.

It’s true, it seems the Vanarans are so comfortable and secure in their secret lands that they feel no danger shifting in public, let alone in broad daylight.

“Your wolf is too inexperienced to be around so many strangers.” Sinclair cautions, shaking his head.

“It’s not a good idea.”

My wolf doesn’t care for this one bit.

Now that I’ve made shifting a possibility, she’s clawing at my skin, begging to get out.

Yes, yes, yes! Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape, I said no, mate.

Too late! My wolf sings defiantly, and my body shudders as the painful shift begins.

Cursing, Sinclair shields me as I tremble, jerk and whimper through the next few minutes.

It’s over quickly, and soon I’m sitting in front of him as my wolf, my dress in tatters on the ground.