Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 111

Chapter 111 – Orphan Gang

Ella

“Cora tell me what happened.” I demand, crossing my skinny arms over my chest. I’m eight years old, glaring down at my surrogate sister with a stern expression. It’s always been this way between us. She’s a year older, but I’ve always had the dominant personality.

“It was nothing.” She insists, averting her gaze from my own.

“You’re lying.” I counter stubbornly. “I can always tell, you know.”

“No, you think you always know.” Cora answers sullenly, though we both know I’m right. I can read my sister like a book.

“Would you just tell me?” I press, sighing with exasperation.

“Fine, it’s not even a big deal, it was just some of the big kids being jerks.” She explains gravely.

“Which ones?” I respond immediately. “Point them out.” It could be anyone, considering the fact that even children our own age tend to be bigger than us. It seems like the orphanage physician labels us undersized and undernourished every year, though nothing ever changes.

Reluctantly, Cora points toward a familiar gang of kids, ranging from age eleven to fourteen. The ringleader is a beefy thirteen year old who always wears a cruel leer, as if he’s ever on the lookout for someone to bully to tears – just for the fun of it. “You see, there’s nothing we can do about it – they run this place.”

to be

in defeat. “They called me a worthless gutter rat and

the only thing that keeps us going is the hope that we might get parents one day. As far as I’m concerned, targeting my

old now, and you know how it is. Parents only

not gonna leave you for anything.” I vow. I’d like to see any

to me. I do have a way of taking the most skittish and rejected of our peers under my wing, but it’s not as if I can just stand by and let them be mistreated, or leave them to fend for themselves. We all need

the big kids are so mean. They’re mad that no one ever picked them and they take it out on

you’re going to let them off

remind them that we’re in this together.” I answer reasonably,

flash in a pearly grin. “And if they

question. Cora trails along behind me, whispering anxiously about what a bad idea this is. I don’t listen, determined to defend her no matter

your own size?” I call

the one who spoke. The ringleader rises

brains.” I bite back. “You shouldn’t be mean to Cora just

it, brat?” He stalks forward, looming over my small body with malicious intent. “A scrawny little thing like you? You’re even more useless than she is.” He

and fearless. I snarl and pounce, scrabbling up the older boy’s body and attacking him tooth and nail. He screams and flails his arms. “What – hey! Get her off me! What is this!” I don’t relent. Hands grab for me, but I dig my nails into his

I realize how strange my behavior had been that

Sinclair asks, the corners of his mouth

enough to take on the big kids. When it was over I tended his wounds, and from then on they were all loyal to me. My

truth in them – not only the wolfish group I formed, but the

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