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?”

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

beginning to strip off the first wedding dress as I hang up her second and begin to steam it. “This is….slightly less stressful than that.

head and glancing over my shoulder

her

gasp a little and turn fully to

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 me

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

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

the coronation! I ran backwards!

perfectly you though,” she says, raising her eyebrows at me with

grinning at her, “you just be perfectly you! And it will be just

says with a grin, crossing her arms across her chest. ” Actually, do you have a robe or something I can wear while I wait for the dress to be

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

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 dashes

a feeling it’s going to be a really

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

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

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

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