Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 270 – Ella’s Dream

Sinclair

I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight.in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place we’ve come so many times. But there’s something just slightly… off about it. A haze, an… indistinctness to the details. As if Ella can’t put the pieces together quite well enough.

I’m still here, though, which means some part of her wants me to be. I hold on to this knowledge, desperately, and begin to prowl through the forest. Where the hell is she?

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I hear her giggling somewhere and spin my head, looking everywhere for my mate. But then – god damn it, is it coming from above me? I stop, looking up at the canopy of leaves and the clouds, listening hard.

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Yes there is she in the sky?

I cup my hands to my mouth and shout her name upwards.

“Ela!” I cry. “Ella! Come back here!” There’s no response, just more of that giggling. My inner wolf prowls within me, hungry, worried, ready for the chase. But now is not the time to be playing hide and seek. I let my anger and my alpha demand infuse my voice, trying again. “Ella!” I command. I hear the giggling cease. “Get your ass down here! Now!”

And then, suddenly, she’s there again, standing in front of me. I keep my face stern, not letting any of the relief I feel slip through.

“Bossy,” she quips, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “Big bully wolf.”

“Ella,” I sigh, shaking my head and closing the distance between us, putting my hands on each of her cheeks. Her tiny face is so small, so fragile between my palms. And so, so incredibly precious. I let my eyes rove over her, savoring every detail. “Baby,” I murmur. “Come back to me.”

“But I’m right here,” she giggles, wrinkling her nose at me, confused but not dismayed. Her form flickers like a lamp with a bad bulb – now bright, now hazy, struggling to keep alight.

moving my arms to take her by the shoulders, to bring

whines. “I

”

her, but talking to her now…it’s like she’s a little child, like she really doesn’t understand, doesn’t remember what happened to her. And frankly, I don’t know what to

nuzzling her face against my chest.

back on the thing that has always brought us

But our kiss quickly intensifies. Suddenly, she’s pulling my face down to her, kissing me with abandon. Another moment passes and she’s gasping, as if my kiss is air to her, bringing her life.

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I think to myself. Because right now, she is the only thing that matters, and this

to weaken and I let them, falling to them, bringing Ella down with me, on top of me, her legs straddling my lap as I go to my knees on the forest floor. She moans, grinding her hips against me, pressing herself closer so that my head bends back on my neck. She takes control of our kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth and pressing it

hungry.

her take charge of the moment,

that her flickering has stopped. That in

substantial…real.

fly open and I draw a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see, but desperately scared that if we stop – if I interrupt this, that she’ll fade away

tight around her body, pressing her to me, staring up at

which is vivid and

suddenly filled with a clarity and knowledge and horror that tells me, without

face against her, fighting the

hands loosening their grip in my hair and scrabbling to turn my face up to hers. I can’t help the two tears that slide

my arms still tight around her. “You’re

wide and terrified. “The hospital? What

fill with the utter

“He’s still – he’s

have to get out of here –” she hisses in her panic, staring around at the dream forest I know she loves so much.

to pass that calm on to her. “It’s all right, sweetheart,” I say, my voice level, soft. “The world is steady,

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