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.

that’s not important now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out. You get your baby,

a much easier problem to solve before he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not

for Sinclair’s help.” Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same one children use

my voice to a whisper. “If I start

not as if you were an open

with him. I shouldn’t have cried, I was too sassy,

sorry sweetie.” Cora

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

I prompt my sister, knowing she wants to say

hear you talk that way.” Cora admits. “It’s like you’re still in survival mode – ‘keeping

or not, this is a survival situation.” I counter cynically, “if I don’t perform well I lose my baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean anything from every weekend to once a year. I don’t want to risk landing with the latter or bungling the deal

the matter drop. “How are you otherwise?

all morning in the bathroom… but I’ve never

feel miserable

known, the more secure I feel

brought me to meet his father.” I confess. “It was great to talk though, let’s have dinner

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He radiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I could see

my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes, I just

the horrors of my past: reliving the orphanage and the foster homes, all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my

me back to one of the worst days of my life. The sounds of my own screams and pleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images fill my

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