Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 276

Chapter 276-Ella Gets Hungry

Sinclair

1 wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Elle n’t next to me

She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack of emails piling up in my inbox and watching her sleep from the corner of my eye. But now, when my eyes peeked open for just a moment after maybe two hours of sleep?

Gone

I hurl the sheets off of me, getting to my feet in a flash, my head whipping around as I search the empty room for her with all of my senses. But my eyes tell me that she’s not here, and my nose

Her scent is dull, but not stale She hasn’t been gone long

A growl starts in my chest as I stalk from the room, looking through the empty hallways for my mate, desperate to find her. She was on bed rest, damn it – where the hell else would she be except bed? Unless

Unless, something had happened – but she’d have woken me –

Or she’d been kidnapped – but there’s no way I’d have slept through that.

I follow her scent quickly, my anger intensifying as I realize that it leads me down stairs. God damn it, the doctor expressly forbid her from stairs. I pound down the staircase hurrying through the hall and slamming open the kitchen door –

suddenly there. Seated alone at the kitchen table in the dark, surrounded by a pile of food, her eyes

she’s been caught and lowering the piece of cold fried chicken back down

you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her eyes still wide and then gestures

obvious.

I don’t let her off the hook. “The doctor told you to stay

“I didn’t go far!”

you not to

“He told me not to go up stairs. And I slid down on my butt to be

back and pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,” I whisper between

hungry!”

her, glaring. “I could have

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her gently at me. “You can’t be at

have gotten back upstairs? After your…” “I stare around at the rather shocking amount of food gathered on the kitchen table, “feast?” “You have like six couches, Dominic,” she replies, smiling innocently up at me like a little kid who

so you had it all planned out?” I murmur, relenting and raising a hand to play with the ends of her lovely rose–gold hair. I’m starting to calm now, realizing that my panic, while not precisely misplaced, hadn’t come to the dark ends

giving me a big smile and reaching for an Oreo, popping it in

can’t help laughing at this and pull a chair out for myself, sitting next to her. She hasn’t won –

at her selection. It’s absolutely all over the place – fried chicken, pasta

as she takes a bite of the licorice, ripping it off with her teeth as she turns a curious gaze to me. “Any chance we could move the nest down here?

Maybe we can hire someone…” I drift off into my thoughts, trying to think

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