Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel Chapter 463

#Chapter 463-Fated Mates

Ella

Dawn lights the horizon when the door creeks open and Sinclair comes back into the room. My eyes go immediately to him from my place sitting up in bed where I’ve spent way, way too many hours alone gazing down at my little baby.

Sinclair pushes the broken door shut and sighs before he raises his eyes to mine. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice thick with guilt.

“You’d damn well better be,” I murmur to him, because honestly? I’m pissed.

He moves closer to me now and I can see that he’s absolutely exhausted, but my eyes rove over him, looking for blood. Because if he killed Calvin, surely there would be –

“I didn’t kill anyone,” he murmurs with a sigh as he sinks onto the bed next to me, burying his head in his hands. “Though I wanted to, and I would have.”

“He didn’t do anything, Dominic,” I say, my voice determined.

“He did, Ella,” Sinclair snaps, glaring at me. “I get that we’re in uncharted territory here with the possibility of both of us having two fated mates, but honestly? It’s not like there isn’t some precedent. If a couple are chosen mates and one of them meets their fated mate? There’s a protocol to be followed.”

I pause for a moment, a little shocked. “Really?” I ask, curious. “What is it?”

“Well it’s damn well not keep it a secret from everyone and take her out on a romantic date where you touch her face -”

And I can’t help myself from laughing a little at this, a dark, angry little laugh.

He turns to glare at me but I just shake my head. “Dominic, if the man thinks that he’s my fated mate and all he does is touch my face – is that honestly a crime worth his death?”

“Yes,” he growls, completely sincere, “when it’s my mate it sure as hell is.”

“Did you find him?” I ask, because I have a lot I want to say to this man, but I need the details first.

“I did not,” he murmurs.

“Did you try?” I ask, pushing him.

“For…about fifteen minutes I did, yes,” he confesses. “And then I came to my senses and realized that I cannot kill an Atalaxian prince without dire consequences.”

“So, you realized that you were overreacting -”

“I was not overreacting

“Fifteen minutes in,” I continue, ignoring him, letting my sharp tone let him know precisely how I feel about this. “And then you just…stayed out all night? And left me here, all alone, even though you knew I was upset and needed you?”

He pauses now and I see his shoulders slump with guilt. “That’s why I apologized.”

“Not because you hunted a Prince.”

He snaps his gaze to me now. “I don’t regret that, Ella,” he says, his voice low with anger again. “He is very lucky I didn’t find him, and if he’s a smart man he’ll never step foot in my presence again.”

My eyes go wide as I realize that he’s dead serious.

“So what did you do all this time?” I ask, my voice soft.

“I went to Conner and…kind of ripped his door down.”

“What!?”

“I could smell him on you,” he growls, and I groan because I knew that was going to happen.

“Was he there?”

Sinclair nods. “I…owe him an apology too. I frightened him, but I just… confirmed the details you told me.”

“Did you think I was lying!?”