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?”

unpredictable it is. At least you aren’t being flown over to another country

first wedding dress as I hang up her

glancing over my shoulder at her. “So,” I say, eager. “Are you

her

little and turn fully to her now. “You’re not excited

away. ” You know that none of this has been important to me, and that Roger and I already had the mating ceremony to end all mating ceremonies. So,” she shrugs, “this all makes

still in my hand. “Don’t be anxious, Cora. It’s going

head to kiss Rafe 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

mess at the coronation!

says, raising her eyebrows at me with a smile. “Everyone loved it.

“you just be perfectly

so,” she says with a grin, crossing her arms across her chest. ” Actually, do you have a robe or something

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

and laughing, making me turn away and get back to work. But even as I point to the robe hanging up in a corner of the closet and Cora

have a feeling it’s going to

to look the same, and like

chic little tuxedo with a white jacket. To my chagrin, he wouldn’t consent to wear his little crown today – kept taking it off his head – but…well, I suppose that’s all right. “It’s incredible, Dominic – it’s beyond what

is that possible,” he laughs, looking around, “when

planned that makes him laugh. But they’re already such twins anyway, I think that it’s adorable. 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