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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know, run his kingdom.” She laughs again and I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. There’s nothing quite like making your sister

must be with Roger, then,” she wonders. “He’s been calling Sinclair for days, begging him to pay attention to some stuff, complaining that the world’s teetering on the brink of collapse

guilty. “That’s all my fault – he’s been

interrupts, stern. “You

the world or whatever. And tell me all about what’s going on with you and Roger. Don’t think I didn’t notice that

same time, one too many

other line

I add, worried. “What’s

hesitates. “I just…since you’ve been home, he’s

been what,” I beg, a

I’ve been…spending more time with

hell

really never thought to ask and just called him “doctor” in my head. “You know, the one who took care of you for a week, brought you back from the brink of death? Who your mate hired

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

Roger in the first place, Ella,” she lies, sounding rushed and embarrassed. Then, I hear someone

my phone in my hand as it fades to black. Cora wasn’t into

name

Sinclair

few hours away from Ella’s side. It’s not that I don’t want to do this work – I lead this nation, stitch it back together after

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 you’re mate’s halfway

out, sighing and slumping down in my chair. “Let’s just get on

for him, really. In the time that Ella was hospitalized, Roger really stepped up and took control of leading this nation, securing my position when it had been vulnerable. He had negotiated the cease–fire with the human forces, organized the

him. My brother really stepped up for me, and I