Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

can so much as raise a spoon to my lips, a wave of nausea overtakes me. I rush to the bathroom and

retch, groaning pitifully.

When I finally finish with the joys of pregnancy, I return to Sinclair’s sprawling, king sized bed. The food

which looked so appetizing a moment ago just makes my stomach churn now, but I notice a folded note

on the tray. My name is scrawled across the front in the swooping handwriting I now recognize as

Sinclair’s.

Ella,

I’ve arranged an interview for you this morning, with the leading news outlets in the area. We’ve been

getting a lot of requests and the reporter promised you would only have to answer questions of which I

approved. Call me if you have any questions. I’ll see you tonight.

Yours,

Dominic

An interview?! I’ve never given an interview in my life! And this won’t even be an interview as myself,

this will be an interview under cover, pretending to be a completely different person, a completely

different species! What kind of questions are they going to ask, what on earth am I going to say to

them? What am I going to wear?

Two hours later, I’m seated in front of an intimidating man in a sharp looking suit, feeling very small and

out of place. A camera is poised on my face, and I’m trying to look serene – rather than panicked. I

found a pretty sweater dress in the wardrobe Sinclair procured for me, and decided that simple

elegance was the best foot forward. Now I wonder if I miscalculated, the reporter is watching me with

sharp eyes, and I can already feel myself blushing.

“So Ella, it will come as no surprise to you that many shifters in the Moon Valley Pack and beyond are

very curious about you.” He begins obliquely. “With you by his side, the Alpha is poised to become our

next King, yet no one knows anything about you.”

“I can understand how that might worry some pack members.” I smile gently, trying to appear confident

and self-a*sured.

“How did you and Dominic meet?” He presses. “When did it happen, I’d love to hear the whole story?”

Sinclair and I had discussed this at length, even before this interview arose. “Well it will be obvious to

all those in the know that we aren’t fated, but I can’t help thinking that the Goddess didn’t play a hand in

our meeting. For years my family in the Shadow Pack insisted we had no other relations – apparently

my parents cut ties with the Moon Valley before I was even born. It wasn’t until they pa*sed away that I

learned about my cousins here – including Aileen Corentin.”

We’d decided the story should be as close to the truth as possible, so my fake identity is an orphan just

like I am in reality. “I came to visit her after making contact, and of course she’s the wife of Beta Hugo.

One day I was having lunch with Aileen and Hugo and Dominic walked in… and the rest is history.”

“But you haven’t known each other very long, is that correct?” The reporter inquires.

“Yes,” I confirm. “But when it’s true love, it doesn’t take long for the heart to recognize its mate. And

then we were blessed with a pup without even trying.”

“Some pack members might be worried that you come from such a humble background, you have no

experience leading.” The reporter states bluntly. “How would you respond to their fears?”

This was a question Sinclair hadn’t prepared me for in our earlier discussions regarding our cover. We

decided on what we would tell people about how we met, nothing more. “I would say that great leaders

come from all kinds of backgrounds, and in fact my humble origins give me insight into the needs of

everyday shifters in a way that an aristocratic upbringing would not. I’m in touch with what regular

people want and need, and I can speak for them with empathy and understanding, representing their

voices in a forum where they often left out.”

The reporter arches his brows, and I know I’ve impressed him. Take that! I think triumphantly. People

always a*sume I don’t have a brain in my head because I’m young and attractive, not to mention I

chose to work caring for children. But I’m no fool, and hopefully this will help the shifters see that.

“And what do you think our society needs most at this time in history, what is the biggest issue the

future King and Queen need to address?” He asks.

I navigate his questions with more or less difficulty for the next half hour, feeling better about some

responses than others, and praying that I haven’t put my foot in my mouth. I think I’ve done well, but

I’m completely exhausted. At first part of me was excited to pretend to be someone other than myself –

almost like playing dress up or make believe. However that initial interest disappeared very quickly,

when I realized just how stressful it is to constantly be acting.

I know what it’s like to put up walls around myself, but this is the first time I’ve ever been forced to

blatantly lie to those around me, to try to pa*s myself off as someone else. All at once, the gravity of

this deal I’ve struck slams into me. If I’m exhausted now, how am I going to feel when I’ve been doing

this for months? Years? Can I really do this for the rest of my life? What will happen if the truth comes

out? What will people do when they learn I’m a fraud?

Because, I realize, that’s what I am. This isn’t just a game or a play we’re performing, I’m actively

deceiving people. I’m campaigning to take up a public office, and lying every step of the way. Guilt and

worry a*sails me in a tidal wave, this is wrong! I think frantically. I have to talk to Sinclair.