Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 35 – Dinner with Cora

Ella

“I swear, Cora.” I groan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m in so far over my head it’s ridiculous.”

“You’re doing fine!” Cora insists, despite the fact that she doesn’t have any idea how things are actually going. “I mean a month ago you didn’t even know this world existed.”

“How did you keep it quiet for so long?” I inquire.

“I didn’t have a choice.” Cora admits, “I didn’t even believe it at first. It took me a lot longer to come to terms with it than it took you, believe me. I mean I could see it through my microscope, I could see the molecular evidence, but…” She trails off, shaking her head about just how deep her denial had run. “I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I always thought magic was nonsense – it actually shook my belief in science for a minute there.”

I appreciate her consolation more than I can express. I’ve felt so alone in all this, it’s wonderful to know I’m not the only one who struggled this way. “I think it helps that I’ve been completely immersed in it.” I reason. “You have no idea how much better I feel just being out with you – away from all that. I mean honestly, it feels as though I’ve been living underwater or something. Like I’m learning how to survive without air because there’s no other option, and I don’t even realize how odd it is until I surface again and remember what breathing is.” I explain. “Not to mention Sinclair. He’s confusing me so much. It’s like I’m a teenager again and he’s my first crush.”

“Maybe it’s just the baby,” Cora suggests, “it wants to be near him.”

“I suppose.” I concede, “but I still don’t understand how any of this is possible. I mean the shifters are one thing – but how can I be pregnant by one?”

“I don’t know.” Cora sighs, “I mean their society has always been hidden for their own protection. A few humans like me are allowed to know, and I expect a few have fallen in love at some point or another, but I’ve never heard of anyone cross breeding. It shouldn’t be possible.” She shakes her head. “Your baby really is a miracle, Elle.”

“Don’t I know it.” I grin. “I have to focus on that. I have to focus on the baby, rather than him.”

“Is it really that bad?” Cora presses.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m losing it, and I can’t figure out if he reciprocates the feelings, or if it’s all in my head. And then there’s all this stuff with his former mate. It’s all such a mess.”

“Do you trust him?” Cora probes gently, squeezing my hand across the table.

I feel like there’s a rock sitting in the bottom of my stomach as I consider this question. “I made the mistake of trusting one man – after everything that happened to us when we were growing up, I actually fell for Mike’s lies. I knew better and I let my guard down. I’ll never forgive myself for putting myself in that situation, and it’s not a mistake I plan on making again.”

at me with so much undiluted pity that I pull my hand away. “Please don’t

She declares firmly.

that’s obviously what I was. I’m at least partly responsible for not seeing through his bul ls hit. There were red flags and I just buried my head in the sand rather than

and the other little ones wouldn’t be, and now you carry the weight of that trauma while we get off scot free. It isn’t fair. And I hate to see you blaming

warmth for her. “You know I wouldn’t change that for the world, Cora. I would so much rather

make such a wonderful

ends just before I’m due, and once Sinclair is King I’ll be able to

being strong enough to lay a hand on Sinclair.” Cora observes

I agree, “but with an army

Cora encourages. “The word around the

so much of one that I can barely go anywhere without camera crews following me around everywhere

off.” Cora declared mischievously. “We should go out!

want to go out without

“Sinclair

explained to me about male wolves with a breeding mate. I guess the pup is enough and

be safe

we go out.” I decide. “In fact, we won’t go anywhere near the shifter neighborhoods – human world only. I need

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Sinclair to take my blood pressure, despite the fact that I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself. I’m trying to keep my thoughts neutral as the cuff begins to inflate,

thinking.” He

“Do you?” I quip.

know you can do this yourself.” He grins, “but I like doing it for you and I’ve been so busy that last few days that this is one of the only times I

scent marking me every

campaign, and the holidays. It’s the craziest time of year.” Sinclair explains, frowning at the reading on the little screen. “Your pressure

you ever considered that you might be what’s stressing me out?” I suggest, the words

look, before reaching up to stroke my cheek. “Hmm, your heart