Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 277 – Back to Work

Ella

When I open my eyes, Sinclair is already gone, despite the fact that he got maybe five hours of total sleep last night. He was gone as soon as his head hit the pillow when we got back to bed. I had taken a moment to nibble on a little madeleine cookie that I’d snuck into the pocket of my robe, but I hadn’t been far behind him.

I stretch leisurely on the bed now, enjoying the ability to extend my legs and arms all the way across it with no gigantic wolf–man to block my path. Of course, I’d rather have him here than not, but we must accept life’s small luxuries when we are granted them.

I take a minute to check in on the baby – still asleep, wrapped in contentment – and then glance around the room, wondering how I want to spend my day. I’m hit with a little pang of despair, though, as I realize that… this is going to be how every day starts for the next three months. And that my options are honestly limited to television, and reading, and whatever I can find on my phone. (4)

I sigh, scolding myself a little for hesitating at a luxury that I’m sure a thousand people would jump at. And it’s not that I would prefer, at all, the sturm and drang of the past couple of months – trying to seize the country back from a mad prince, trying to end a war, worrying if Sinclair was dead, worried if I would die…

No, this was better but….damn it. I have to admit that the boredom is going to be a problem for me. I’ve always been one to spring out of bed, to leap for whatever the day has in store. Even when I was a little girl, I was always up before Cora –

I feel myself perk up at the thought of her. Yes, Cora! I grab my phone, hastily pushing the buttons and giving her a call.

“Cora?” I burst out as soon as she answers the phone.

“Ella!” she shouts, making me laugh. I hope she hasn’t just scared the hell out of one of her patients, screaming in the middle of the office. She’s been busy, I know, seeing a lot of pregnant women whose healthcare was interrupted by the war. “How are you – is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I laugh, cheered by the sound of her voice. I lean back against the pillows, getting cozy. Do you want to come over? Hang out?”

“Um ya,” she replies, as if it’s obvious. “But I can’t today, I have a double shift here. But tomorrow, maybe? You don’t have plans to hang out with Sinclair then, do you?”

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She laughs again and I can’t help the

complaining that the world’s teetering on the

all my fault – he’s been paying way too much attention to me

stern.

“So you have to come over and babysit me, so he can go save the world or whatever. And tell me

same time, one too many

other line and I sit up

worried.

you’ve been home,

been what,” I beg, a little breathless, worried

more time

the hell is

“You know, the one who took care of you for a week, brought you back from the brink of death? Who your mate hired to care for you, in conjunction

as I fall back against my pillows, my eyes going wide. “Wait, so you’re not seeing

first place, Ella,” she lies, sounding rushed and embarrassed. Then, I hear someone calling her from wherever she is. “I’ve got to go – I’ll fill you in later.

my hand as it fades to black. Cora wasn’t into Roger any more?

name was

Sinclair

Ella’s side. It’s not that I don’t want to do this work –

Roger grunts, giving me a little glare. “You’re distracted. But you have to do this, Dominic! It’s bad timing to take over a nation when

in my chair. “Let’s just get on with it.” He nods and brings the papers forward, explaining their contents

vulnerable. He had negotiated the

done it without him. My brother really stepped