Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issued by Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did I misperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistake or…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive for such an act. I find myself equally confused.

“Why would they?” I fret, not wanting to believe my sister messed up so badly, but not seeing any logic in the alternative.

“I don’t know.” She confesses. “But that’s not important now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out. You get your baby, I get my career… the only thing we need now is to find a way to get revenge on Mike.”

he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enact any sort of plan

voice – the same one

voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change his mind about letting

as if you were an open book before, Elle.” Cora replies

It’s exhausting.” I drag my hand through my hair. “I end up over-analyzing everything I do with him. I shouldn’t have cried, I was too sassy,

sorry sweetie.” Cora

more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’ll understand what I need to do to keep my

pregnant pause on the other end of the

prompt my sister, knowing

mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather than taking care of yourself, making yourself happy and enjoying becoming

I don’t perform well I lose my baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean anything from every weekend to once a year.

drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement

laugh. “I spent all morning in the bathroom… but I’ve never been happier to

for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes.

presence known, the

Sinclair brought me to meet his father.” I confess. “It was great to talk though,

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know what I imagined when I pictured the elder Alpha, but the sweet man in the wheelchair was far from the imposing figure I expected. He radiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I could see the shadow of a powerful leader in his stoic demeanor, but also the humility of a man whose circumstances had irrevocably changed and who chose to adapt rather than rail at the world for its injustice. He was

of the day napping and reading my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes,

dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The

the worst days of my life. The sounds of my own screams and pleading tears fill

my bed, his powerful hands gripping my shoulders as he tries to bring me back to reality. It takes me a minute to realize it’s him, rather than the man who’d been attacking me in my dreams. I jerk out of his hold and scramble to the other side of the mattress, curling up into