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.”

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

help.” Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same

Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like

an open book before, Elle.”

make myself seem weak or fragile, too annoying to put up with. 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, too timid, too bold. It’s like walking an emotional tightrope. And the worst part is that he can read me so damned well that even

sorry sweetie.”

little more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair

pause on the other end of

my sister, knowing

that way.” Cora admits. “It’s like you’re still in survival mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather than taking

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

sighs heavily, and lets the matter drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement entering

bathroom… but I’ve never

I’ve never been happier for you to feel miserable either.” She

presence known, the more secure I feel

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

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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

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

the horrors of my past: reliving the orphanage and the foster homes, all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The dreams have gotten worse since I got pregnant,

fill my head, as

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