Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

Three days to go.

I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. In some ways it’s a coping mechanism: I’m about to beg Dominic Sinclair to save Cora’s job, and I need a comforting thought to help me get through this.

His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. Approaching nervously behind Dominic, I wonder for the hundredth time if this is a mistake. Who am I to ask a favor from one of the most powerful men on the planet? Shaking myself, I tell the little voice in the back of my mind to shut up – this is for Cora. I might not be brave for myself, but I can be brave for her.

“Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage.

He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?”

“I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip.

His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He speaks the familiar syllables with so much purpose, as if they truly mean something to him.

“Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes.

know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job

can tell he doesn’t believe my weak

her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to

friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her

– she didn’t, she doesn’t even

matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and

to leave now, miss.” One of the men

moan, “he has to

again.” A second guard growls, a clear threat in his

to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is

The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things

ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I

at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the

I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring

answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were

squeak, not