Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood a little blue bundle in his arms-

A cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side, reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see anything wrong-

I close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more But I can’t reach it, because Roger shakes me again.

“Ella!” Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious, Ella! Rafe, I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder and back towards the clearing behind the clinic.

up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name. And when

from me. Like I’m frozen,

laying there, so

off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now –

kick in, making me snap towards whoever it is

eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me that he means no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him now

part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to his uncle, every

to his godfather. Roger will take care of him, I know. And without a word I take off, sprinting

Sinclair

the bright white light stings my eyes. Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

then I realize,

remember going to

wary,

not even in my

Inside at all…

forest and down at the soft bed on which I sit, running my hands over the crisp white linens.

I whip my head up to look at her the beautiful woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying to clear my

beautiful. She’s got to be she

low with awe. But she doesn’t answer my question with the soft smile I expect, instead bursting

to me, taking my face in her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep for

“Am I…am I dead?”

she murmurs. “And I’d be worried about these