Chapter 183
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Sinclair
My wolf is half-mad with guilt and worry. Iâve been waiting for Ellaâs call all day, but when the clock
strikes four and I still havenât heard a peep from my mate, I call my father. The line rings for what feels
like ages, but then Dadâs familiar face appears on my screen. âIs she still asleep?â I inquire, before he
even has a chance to greet me.
âI havenât seen her.ââ Dad replies, his brow crinkling in the video. The image is jostling slightly, his
background shifting and changing as he wheels himself forward with one hand. But Iâve been at the
airfield all day. Iâm just getting back to the palace now. Iâll check on her now.â
I gnash my teeth impatiently, not really wanting to talk about anything until I know how my mate is
doing. Still, I ask, âHow was it today?â
More of the same, Iâm afraid.â Dad reveals sadly.
The average number of refugees making the trip each day hasnât increased, but it hasnât decreased
either.â
What about their conditions?â I ask, weary to the bone amidst so much misfortune. âAre there more
injuries? More unaccompanied pups?â
âEverything seems stable.â Dad reports, but I can tell he doesnât consider this any victory. âHow did it
go with the FrostFang Alpha?â)
âWell, I think.â I answer, looking out the windows of my suite in the FrostFang packâs headquarters. A
mountain range spreads out on the horizon, the majestic towers of volcanic rock covered in verdant
peat moss. Itâs green and glorious, but there are almost no trees. I feel a deep pang as I think about the
dense forests back home, wondering how these wolves can be so content without any woodlands.
Gabriel said Alpha Aiden would be an easy sell, and so far heâs been very supportive. He hasnât
officially pledged his alliance, but I think we can count him among our friends at the summit.
âAnd you? How are you holding up?â My father inquires, a knowing timbre in his rich voice.
âItâs cold up here, more like back home.â I muse aloud, my train of thought momentarily derailed by my
wolfâs agitated energy. If Ellaâs still out I may let my wolf out for a run, heâs been bl00dy stir crazy with
all the travel and the situation with Ella isnât helping. Heâs on edge and Iâm not going to be able to keep
a handle on him much longer.â
(You might consider doing that even if she is awake â before you two talk.â Dad advises, but despite his
wisdom Iâm tracking the interiors of Gabrielâs palace as he moves through the halls, measuring the
distance between him and my mate. âDepending on how sheâs doing, seeing her might push you over
the edge.â)
I know youâre right.â I concede, âBut I donât think I can stand it. Itâs one thing if sheâs still resting. itâs
another if sheâs trying to work through this alone.â
Well the word around the palace is that sheâs a gift from the Goddess, sent to see us through the war.â
Dad shares, his mouth twisting with wry humor. âIt seems the guards who oversaw her hypnosis
couldnât quite keep it to themselves. I promise you sheâll have lots of support when she comes to.â
He pushes into our suite, and I hold my breath, c0cking my ears for sounds of movement or tears.
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Dad pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, looking bemused. âWell she isnât here.â He announces
after a moment. He looks around, backtracking into the sitting room and switching the camera view so I
can see his perspective. He lifts a cell phone from the coffee table, pressing the power b.utton but only
finding a black screen. âHer phone is here and dead.â
My heart beats louder in my c.hest, and I smother a growl. âOkay, check with the guards â then try the
kitchens, the nursery, Coraâs rooms and the camp â in that order.â
It only takes ten minutes to find my mate, but Iâd be lying if I said I bore the wait well. My mind races
with the unknown. Why didnât she call me the moment she woke? Is she alright? Maybe I should have
called Phill!pe â he wonât have left her side.
Of course when my father wheels into the nursery, Isabel meets us at the door, her arms crossed over
her c.hest. âWhere have you been?â She demands.
That mate of yours has insured my pups will be up half the night! I tried to tell her theyâd already
napped but no, she couldnât resist.â
A moment later I understand, because the video draws nearer and nearer to a masterful blanket fort as
Dad crosses the room. And then sheâs there on my screen, curled up at the center of a puppy pile.
They surround her on all sides, arms and legs splayed over her body as she cuddles a little boy to her
b.reast, lost in the tangle of limbs. My heart melts, and suddenly I donât care why she didnât call me. Itâs
one of the sweetest scenes Iâve ever seen, and the last thing I want to do is disturb their slumber.
Unfortunately my mate seems to sense my virtual presence, because she blinks her gorgeous gold
eyes a moment later and stretches like a sleepy kitten.
Her gaze lands on my face before she even looks at Dad, as if her instincts drew her to the phone in
his hand like a magnet. Raw vulnerability transforms her features from sleep, as if she wasnât prepared
to see me so soon, or face the feelings I naturally provoke. âHello trouble.â I greet huskily, âDid I
interrupt your cuddle party?â
She peeks up at me from beneath her lashes, untangling herself from the pups enough to sit up glance
warily at the other adults in the room. A I can see a hundred emotions fl!ckering in the bottomless pools
of her eyes before she pulls a curtain over her expression, erasing any hint of her true feelings.
She doesnât say a word, so I continue. How are you doing, little mate?â I inquire tenderly, âIâve been
worried about you.â
Ellaâs eyes widen imperceptibly, and then she slumps back down against the piled pillows, âThey told
you.â She m0ans, frustration and just a little resentment lacing her silken voice.
As I watch, I see her eyes jump somewhere above the screen, and I can imagine my father gesturing a
warning to her. A wordless rumble rises in my c.hest,
âShould I take that to mean you planned on keeping it to yourself?â I inquire ominously.
Ella shivers at my dominant tone, âThat isnât what I meant. )
(Dad, we need a moment alone.â I state, âCan you please clear the room?â
Ellaâs eyes leap to the sleeping pups, clearly worried about waking them. âNo â she object, at the same
moment Isabel growls, âAbsolutely not.â
lll go upstairs and call you from my phone.â Ella offers, clearly not realizing the device is dead. When I
tell her as much she responds that sheâll sit beside the charger. I watch as she k!sses the dozing
children and extracts herself from the pile, then clambers up and disappears out the door.
I hang up with Dad, and a few minutes later my phone rings and Ellaâs face appears on the screen,
beautiful and haunted. âStart talking, baby.âI instruct, needing to know what sheâs thinking.
Ella reclines in her nest, the curtained walls casting her features in shadows. âI have too many
questions to count.â She admits, clearly deciding to skip over the difficult parts and avoid evoking the
painful memories. âWho were those Priests? How did they know about me? Why did they say I needed
to stay hidden? I donât understand any of it â the only thing that makes sense now is why everything
changed. I was living without a critical piece of my soul for years, and the entire world became duller
and emptier because of it.â
I purr sympathetically. âI have those same questions,â I relate, wishing I could touch her. âBut right now
Iâm more concerned with how youâre feeling, Ella.â
She shrugs non committally, âOkay. Iâve been better.â She mutters, âBut Iâve also been worse.â
âThat isnât a real answer and you know it.â I admonish, working to keep my voice soft and even â
Is that why you didnât call me? Why you wanted to keep it from me?â
âI didnât want to worry you.â Ella replies thickly,
And you donât get to be mad about that because you do the same thing with me all the time,â Her tone
is petulant, but I can hear the tears in her voice even if I canât see them in the low light.
âHow worried should I be, little wolf?â I rumble, â because I have to tell you, you seem awfully upset for
someone claiming to be okay.â
âIâm not upset.â She insists, hiccuping and proving her words false. Iâm just⦠â She trails off, her l!p
quivering.
âJust what, Ella?â I prompt, instinctively sensing that this is the true reason she avoided reaching out.
She can fake it with everyone else, but she canât fake it with me. I can read her like a book, and she
knows it.
I scared Rafe.â She admits miserably. âHeâs still not at ease, and I donât understand⦠â She sniffles,
swiping at her cheeks. âIf someone knew I was there .. if they knew I was suffering, then why did they
leave me there? I could have been hidden anywhere ⦠but those priests must have known the kind of
place the orphanage was.â Her shining eyes glow up at the phone screen. âThey said they were there
to protect me⦠they were obviously wolves, why would they let the humans hurt me that way?â
I donât know, sweetheart, â I croon, sending my purrs over the line. âBut I promise weâll find out.