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

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

in her voice – the same one children use on the playground to tease each other

closed door Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like

you were an open

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

sorry sweetie.”

little more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out

pause on the other

I prompt my sister, knowing she wants to say

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

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 matter drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks,

the bathroom… but

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

the baby makes its presence known, the more secure I feel that

me to meet his father.” I confess. “It was great

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

the changes, I just didn’t think they’d happen so fast. Of course after

I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The dreams have gotten worse since

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

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