Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 – Ella’s Nightmares

Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issued by Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did I misperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistake or…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive for such an act. I find myself equally confused.

“Why would they?” I fret, not wanting to believe my sister messed up so badly, but not seeing any logic in the alternative.

from here on out. You get your baby, I get my career…

he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to

Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same one children use on the playground to

me so much.” Glancing at the closed door Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change his mind about letting me have visitation rights with the

you were an open book before, Elle.” Cora replies

and make myself seem weak or fragile, too annoying to put up with. It’s exhausting.” I drag my hand through my hair. “I end up over-analyzing everything I do with him. I shouldn’t have cried, I was too sassy, too timid, too bold. It’s like walking an emotional tightrope. And

sorry sweetie.” Cora

think I just need a little more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’ll understand what I need to do to keep my

pregnant pause on the other end of the

knowing she

still in survival mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather

cynically, “if I don’t perform well I lose my baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights

the matter drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?”

bathroom… but I’ve

happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes. “I hope it

presence known, the more secure

meet his father.” I confess. “It

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from the imposing figure I expected. He radiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I could see the shadow of a powerful leader in his stoic demeanor, but also the humility of a man whose circumstances had irrevocably changed and who chose to adapt rather than rail at the world for its

felt far more at ease when we finally left his home, and I spent the rest of the day napping and reading my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes, I just didn’t think they’d happen so fast. Of course after so much rest,

the orphanage and the foster homes, all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone,

pleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images fill my vision. The next thing I know someone is shouting my

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