Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 295 – Morning in the Palace

Ella

I groan when I wake up, but I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. I feel like I just closed them ten minutes ago anyway – my poor eyeballs need more rest.

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Instead, I take a moment to feel my body from the inside out, to check in with myself and see what hurts, what feels good. I’m surprised to find that I can feel remnants of my mother’s gift running through me – what feels like little sparkling tendrils of sunlight, working through my limbs, perhaps healing me. I smile to think of it, smile to think of my mother giving me something that lasts after so many years of her absence.

She is a mother goddess, after all the mother to us all, not just me. But still, as my actual mother, it feels nice to finally have…a piece of her.

I hear my little baby give a little cry and my eyes fly open, searching for him. I sit up in bed, a hand going to my head, and look blearily around..My eyes are drawn instantly – unsurprisingly – to the huge werewolf standing across the room, bouncing a little bundle of blankets in his arm. I smile at my mate’s turned back and quickly climb out of bed, moving towards him.

Sinclair hears me coming and quietly turns, our little boy still fussing a little in his arms.

“Has he been like this long?” I ask, yawning, reaching for my child. Sinclair transfers him into my arms and I feel a quick rushing thrill at the feel of my baby returned to me.

“No,” Sinclair replies with a smile. “He’s been sleeping well – he just started crying now. Do you think he’s hungry?”

I shrug and look up at him. “Probably. I know I am.”

sigh of relief when Rafe quickly latches and begins to

I begin to

a bond with him?” I ask Sinclair, my

eyes still

with your father?” I press further, curious. This brings his eyes up

the bond between parents and their children fades a bit. Once a child is able to speak and communicate their

breaks a little bit at this news and Sinclair clicks his tongue and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek when he sees tears

with my child,” I say, my voice trembling. “I can’t

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up and meets his own mate,

little baby. “No mates for you, Rafe,” I

a big hulking teenage wolf

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kiss my baby’s head. “I’m going to raise him to be a nice clean nerd, so no one likes him, and I get to keep him. No one will be good enough for him anyway.” “All right,” Sinclair murmurs, shifting his position on the bed and coming to lay next to me, closing his eyes. “Whatever you say, trouble.” I smile at him, watching

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hour later, though, a little knock comes at the door, waking me. I hesitate and stand, not knowing what to expect, but as I move towards the door I see it creak open a little crack, someone

middle of the room and waving him forward.

a warm smile, and glancing at Sinclair asleep in the bed. “How are you, Ella?” he asks, curious. He comes and looks down at the baby, reaching

a big yawn. “He’s been surprisingly peaceful.

lucky. The ambulance is outside waiting – are