Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 225

Chapter 225 – Camp Visit

Ella

James is just within reach now, and my wolf can’t help but think about how very biteable the soldier

suddenly looks, in fact, he looks downright mouthwatering. There’s a tender bit of flesh poking over the

top of his belt, where muscle and fat stores combine to give the man his barrel-like build. I could easily

sink my fangs in there without inflicting permanent harm, not to mention it would hurt like hell. Then

again… just in case I do want to do lasting damage… other much more vulnerable parts aren’t so far

away.

I’ve never had such bloodthirsty thoughts before, but I also don’t question them – not after James

suggested the attack on my mate was somehow fortuitous. “Lucky?” I repeat sharply, prowling closer

now and trying to remember that Isabel would hate me if I truly hurt him. “Lucky that he lost his Beta

and closest advisors? Lucky that he almost lost his own life? Just where do you think this pack would

be without him, was it luck that got all those refugees off the continent?”

“No it was me!” James argues back, his color rising. “I’m the one who’s been going there every day and

witnessing their tragedies. The other and pilots and I have been dealing with this madness all on our

own, and now we don’t only have to look out for armed attacks, but for spies too? It’s too much!”

“And who gave you the planes and money to make the trips?” I counter, my hands on my hips. ”Who

gave you the other pilots, and a safe place to land? Who worked with Gabriel to give our people a

second home here? Who arranged for the nursery where your own daughter now lives?” I’m pacing

now, and I can feel Sinclair hovering close behind me, prepared to reach out if I lost control of my wolf

completely. “None of that was luck, James. That was all Dominic – all his sacrifices.”

“As they should be.” James hisses back. “That is the duty he bears, the oath he takes as an Alpha.

What you do not understand about being a soldier is that no wolf, no matter how important, is worth the

lives of innocent civilians. If it comes down to it, the Alpha should die protecting his people, rather than

let them be hurt.”

“Well he can’t very well go back and hold up the entire front himself!” I burst, throwing my arms out in

exasperation. I look to Henry, Gabriel and Roger to back me up, but they only watch in silence. “What

would you have him do, James? Go home and set up his army between Damon and the refugees? So

that the spies have to go through him first?”

“Maybe he should.” James suggests simply, looking past me to my mate.

The taut leash I’ve been holding on my temper – and my wolf – snaps, and suddenly I’m lunging for the

pilot with a vicious growl. A powerful arm catches me around the middle before I can sink my claws in

James’s handsome face, and a familiar voice purrs in my ear. “Easy now, trouble. James is right.”

I swing around to look at him in outrage. “How can you say that, he–”

“Compared to what they might have attempted, we were lucky they only attacked a few high ranking

wolves – wolves who were all combatants in this war, rather than civilians. I would always rather the

target be me than one of my people. You know that, Ella.” Sinclair replies gently. “And putting myself

between Damon and the refugees isn’t a new idea, baby.”

“It isn’t?” I inquire, my voice suddenly very small as I turn to look at him.

“No.” Sinclair confirms grimly, “And we haven’t done it because moving forward would take away our

strategic advantage, access to weapons, and the time we need to plan a coup. But it wasn’t an easy

decision, Ella. I know that our people will hurt worse for the strategy, and when this is all over they’ll be

within their rights to hold me accountable for that choice.”

“It was the only choice.” I reaffirm, knowing he doesn’t need my approval, but that it always helps. “You

can’t protect us if you aren’t here. No one would begrudge you that.”

You still ought to let me bite him. My wolf snipes as I glare daggers at James.

No baby, no biting. Sinclair warns, pulling me close and breathing in my scent.

Come on, just a little one? I whine. He probably won’t even feel it

Sinclair looks as though he wants to smile. Then what would be the point?

I think for a moment, adrenaline still pumping through my heart in over time. Vengeance

He chuckles deeply, kissing my neck, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Sinclair declares, and it takes

me a minute to realize he’s answering my last verbal statement, rather than my ferocious thoughts.

“Dwelling on the past won’t do us any good now. We need to figure out how to keep this from

happening again.”

“How, we can’t exactly demand their ID papers like a commercial airline – most of them have lost

everything but the clothes on their backs.” James objects.

“We can send in troops, but that would be like an invitation to Damon.” Gabriel adds, “Besides, I don’t

want the relief efforts to be militarized – it’s a recipe for disaster

“Well we’ve got to do something.” Roger states soberly. “That video I showed you is nothing compared

to actually being there.”

“He’s right – we can barely get the planes on the ground, let alone vet the people we’re bringing on.”

James affirms, sounding pained.

“What about all the Vanaran’s technologies?” I ask, “They’ve got drones and state of the art weapons

and who knows what else. Isn’t there some way we can do surveillance before our transports land?”

“The problem is that not every shifter is in our government databases, most of the IDs would be

useless because most of the refugees aren’t known to us.” Sinclair explains with a heavy sigh.

“But it isn’t the unknowns we’re worried about.” I reason. “The soldiers working for Damon are all civil

servants right? And if they aren’t, they’re rogues and scoundrels that have run into the law in the past.

So between service and arrest records, we should be able to identify the majority of Damon’s forces

with facial ID technology? Right?” I pose, wanting to make sure my logic is correct. “It wouldn’t catch

everyone, but surely it’s better than nothing.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Henry praises, nodding in approval. “Could we do it without further frightening

the refugees? I’d hate for them to see the drones and think they were being attacked.”

“If we tell them beforehand…” James suggests hesitantly. “We’d have to be gentle about it so they

knew we aren’t suspicious of them, just people pretending to be them.”

“That’s a really difficult line to walk.” Gabriel exhales, not sounding discouraged, but daunted. “Our

pilots would need to be trained for striking that kind of balance. How do you interrogate someone’s

identity without accusing them of being a spy?”

I can’t withhold a small snort. The men turn to look at me with raised eyebrows, and I huff softly. “By not

a*suming they are spies. You a*sume they’re innocent and hope you’re wrong, not a*sume everyone is

guilty and then force them to prove otherwise.” I shake my head, “honestly, treat them with dignity and

respect. Only investigate if you have a reason to be nervous, and otherwise trust that the others will

sniff out any traitors among them.”

“Ella has a point. As long as our enforcers remember who the true enemy is, we can get through this.”

Henry agrees, “We can keep our people safe without xo.com infringing on their rights. We just

have to keep our heads on straight.”

“Alright, but we still need to increase evacuations. We have confirmation that Damon knows about our

operation now. We need to either get everyone out at once, or change strategies.” Roger advises.

“I don’t think we should do anything just yet.” Sinclair sighs. “Damon will be expecting this, waiting for

us to lash out in panic.”

“Maybe.” Gabriel purses his lips, “Do we even know who’s advising him anymore?”

“My sources say he’s gathered the xo.com most spineless of the continents’ elder councils – he

gave them all the choice to serve him or die, so most of our elders are gone, and only the worst

remain.” Sinclair explains gravely. “But they aren’t all idiots.” Silence meets this announcement, and

though I might not have grown up among wolves, I can guess what a tremendous loss this is .

“And does Damon know you’re still alive?” Henry asks hopefully. “How fast is information traveling

between here and home.”

“As fast as ever. By now I’m sure he’s heard.” Sinclair answers, giving me a squeeze.

“I wish there was a way for us to stay completely hidden until the time is right.” Henry groans, scrubbing

a hand over his face.

“Well there’s one way.” Roger states stiffly. “We have to find Damon’s spy and get rid of them. Dominic I

made it my personal mission to find the man responsible for the bomb, but I want to do more. Put me in

charge of counter-intelligence. I want to root them out.”

“Roger you’re already my Beta.” Sinclair smiles, “the jobs don’t get any more important.”

“This one does.” Roger confirms. “It’s my brother’s life, my new sister and nephew – it’s everything.”

Sinclair smiles. “Then the job is yours.”