Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

between planning the summit, my hypnosis, work with the refugees, bed rest and Sinclair’s near death,

I almost forgot about tracking events on the continent. It wasn’t

until my mate filled me in that I realized just how much I’d been missing.

“Well I’m glad to hear it – are the delegations going to go to the coast?” Cora questions.

“It’s not clear yet,” I answer, which isn’t entirely accurate. It was obvious the chickens hadn’t wanted to

take the risk, but I won’t be saying that aloud either. “Anyway, we can talk more later, I just wanted to

check on you.”

“Wait,” Cora catches my arm before I’ve even moved. She glances around at her neighbors to make

sure they aren’t paying attention. “Do you… I mean … Ella, when all that happened – earlier you were

kind of glowing.” She whispers, “Did you realize?”

I purse my lips, “Later.” This is the precise word Sinclair had used when Henry and Gabriel brought up

the strange phenomenon – which I had been completely unaware of at the time. It wasn’t until they

mentioned it that I even knew it happened, and I don’t know how I did it. Still, Sinclair hadn’t wanted to

discuss it in front of the delegations.

I return to my seat, and Sinclair promptly slides his arm around me. How is she? He asks through our

bond.

Like you couldn’t hear. I joke, arching my brow.

It’s still polite to ask. He replies, nabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. The dinner continues

without incident, and eventually I tell Sinclair that I’m going to go up to our suite a bit early. Of course,

this isn’t what I actually want to do. Instead I head for Roger’s rooms. He left dinner a little while ago,

and I have the sneaking suspicion that he and I are on the same page. When he opens the door, he

only smiles, “I had a feeling I might be seeing you.”

I walk in without hesitation, “so what are we going to do to that fuck pig?”

“Well, whatever it is, it needs to be something Kieran can’t tie back to us. As much as I want to teach

him a lesson, if he knows why he’s being punished, he might go after Cora.” Roger replies, needing no

further explanation. “We’ll have to keep our distance.”xo.com fast update

“What does he hate? Other than humans, I mean.” I ask, though I realize my brother-in-law knows the

wolf barely better than I do.

“Well, I imagine a hyper-masculine a*s like that wouldn’t appreciate being made to look like a little girl.

We could turn all his clothing pink? We would only need to go down to the laundry and slip some dye

into the wash.” Roger suggests, a devious glint in his eye.

“Oh I like that.” I agree. “But I don’t want to get any of the castle servants in trouble, and I can tell he’d

demand their heads on the platter.” I pause, “In fact, I think that we need to keep this out of the palace

entirely. If we humiliate him while he’s here, it could undermine the summit and our alliance. It would be

best if we can hit him on his home turf.” I wrack my brains, and after a moment a lightbulb flicks on with

a brilliant idea.

“What are you thinking?” Roger questions, easily reading my beaming grin.

“Well obviously the ignorant bastard needs some education and guidance on how not to be a world

cla*s prick. So I think we should start sending him some literature and self-help guides. They can be

mailed directly to his own mansion in the Storm Forest capital, and we can even space out the

deliveries so that it starts small, but over time it will build up into a

veritable library. It would certainly be easy enough to place the orders and conceal our identities so he

doesn’t know who’s sending them.” I explain, getting more and more excited about this idea by the

minute. “We can even keep it on the theme of things that would completely emasculate the little

weasel.”

“I’m not sure I follow.” Roger confesses, his brow crinkling in confusion.

“Well, just picture it,” I instruct, fighting back the urge to giggle. “When Kieran returns home from his trip

and starts going through the correspondence and packages that arrived while he was away, imagine

how surprised and confused he’ll be when he finds an advice book about living with a micro-penis;

brochures about resisting the urge to cross-dress; and how-to-guides for fixing impotence.” I paint the

scene for us both, watching as Roger’s face lights up with delight. “He’ll try calling the companies which

sent the books to find out who purchased them, only to find out that his own name is on the buyer

accounts.”

“He’ll be baffled and angry, and of course he’ll throw it all away – but the outrage will pa*s after a week

or so. That’s when the next set of packages will arrive.” I continue, becoming more animated by the

minute. “More self help books about overcoming the things he would consider most humiliating, in

conjunction with supplies to help him improve. Adult bedwetting literature with boxes of diapers; books

on how to pleasure your unsatisfied lover along with penis enhancement pills; feminization porn along

with frilly dresses and S** toys.

“You’re a bloody genius.” Roger praises, laughing out loud. “And the best part is that you know he’s not

even going to be the one opening the boxes. His servants will deliver everything to him unwrapped.

Before long rumors about his embarra*sing problems will be all over the pack.”

“Exactly.” I giggle, more than a little proud of myself.

Just like that we’re off to the races, beginning to make lists and search materials online. We make the

final arrangements for the first shipment and agree to meet again, before I finally sneak back to my own

room. I’m so pleased with our scheme, and I’m still smiling when I walk into the suite.

“Hello mate.” Sinclair’s deep voice sends me leaping into the air before the door can even close. “And

just where have you been?