Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

“Ella!” Cora shouts from the closet, her voice a little frantic. “Ella, help! Please!”

I turn quickly towards the closet, a biscuit and a cup of coffee in each of my hands and Rafe strapped to my chest in his little carrier. “What’s wrong?” I call as I hurry towards her.

But I see the problem immediately as I come to the door, with Cora wrapped up in yards of fabric and one of the stylists tugging fervently at the buttons which close the back.

“It doesn’t fit,” Cora says, her face worried.

“What?” I say, my eyes going a little wide. “But we did a fitting two days ago did you -”

“I guess I got bigger,” Cora sighs, looking down at the little baby bump that makes me so happy to see. “I don’t know – it would be a ridiculous thing to consider with a human baby, but with the way these wolves grow? In leaps and bounds?” She looks back up at me, shaking her head. “I’m sorry Ella what the hell are we going to do?”

“We’re going to use the back-up dress,” I say, grinning widely and shoving the rest of the cookie in my mouth while I put my coffee down on a shelf. Then I move for a big white box I’ve kept secretly in the corner under a pile of other big white boxes.

“Oh, thank god,” the stylist murmurs under her breath, making me laugh.

“Can you call the seamstresses?” I say to the second stylist, who nods and steps away to place a call on her phone. “We might need some last-minute alterations.”

“I can’t believe you planned all this, Ella,” Cora sighs as I take the top off the box and reveal an identical wedding gown, just one size larger. “How…how did you even have the foresight to see this coming?”

over. “I remember how unpredictable it is. At least you aren’t being

dress as I hang up her second and begin to steam it. “This is….slightly less stressful than

shaking my head and glancing over my shoulder at her. “So,” I say,

Cora says, her

to her now. “You’re not

steps fully out of the dress and the stylist takes it away. ” You know that none of this has been important to me, and that Roger and

say, moving to my sister, the steamer still in my hand.

on his. He burbles up at her, happily kicking his legs, making her laugh. “You’re more comfortable in the limelight than me, sis,” she says with a smile. “The way you handled

a mess at the coronation! I

says, raising her eyebrows at

“you just be perfectly you! And it will

you say so,” she says with a grin, crossing her arms across her chest. ” Actually, do you

I say, pointing the steamer at her and letting out a little burst of warm steam that

and get back to work. But even as I point to the robe hanging up in a corner of the closet and Cora dashes over to pull it

have a feeling it’s going

the coronation yesterday, but it has been satisfyingly transformed. I was a little hesitant about the choice because I didn’t want everything to look the same, and like we couldn’t make something special for Cora and Roger, but…well, it’s the biggest space we’ve got, and there are crowds of

around in the empty hall with Sinclair at my side, Rafe in my arms in a chic little tuxedo with a white jacket. To my chagrin, he wouldn’t consent to wear his little crown today

looking around, “when you planned it

Not wanting to show up the bride, I opted for a very pale green that looks pretty with my hair. We decided not to wear our crowns today, wanting to be very much the siblings of the bride and groom instead of King and Queen, but