Surrogate For Alpha Dom

“That’s not fair, Cora,” I scold, narrowing my eyes and sitting back against my pillows as I cross my arms.

“Don’t you want it, though?” she accuses, opening her eyes wider as if she’d like to hear me deny it. “It would be very neat, wouldn’t it? Two sisters matched up with two brothers? Our kids would be so close – they wouldn’t even have another set of cousins!”

“I think that sounds amazing!” I exclaim.

“Ella!” she cries, throwing up her hands. “There can’t be any kids!”

My mouth drops open as my mind whirls and Cora glares at me as I start to put my thoughts together. To begin, Cora,” I say, holding up a finger and beginning my argument. I feel, in this moment, that my hours of television post–hospital have benefitted me here – I’ve watched a lot of law dramas, and I lay out my argument like any lawyer in a court room. “Do you even want kids? Because ever since we left the orphanage, I was always the one who was crazy to be a mom, and you were always interested in building your career

“What,” she snaps, crossing her arms, “just because I have a career means I don’t want kids?

I take a deep breath through my nose. She’s really starting to piss me off now, like a real sister which, of course, she always has been. “Obviously I don’t think that, Cora, and you’re doing me a real discredit by suggesting that I would. I’m just pointing out that it’s never seemed like children were at the top of your list of life desires! But now you’re using it as a reason to break up with Roger!?”

“There’s nothing to break up! We weren’t even going out!” She blurts out, frustrated and defensive. I just shake my head at her, waiting until she looks at me again, which she does after a moment of breathing deeply and pulling herself together.

“Even if you weren’t officially dating, Cora,” I continue. “You know that there was something between you. That there is something between you! Something big. Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to pretend that there wasn’t.”

Cora sighs, folding her hands in her lap and looking down at them. I wait, my patience running thin.

“All right, Ella,” she murmurs, still not meeting my eyes. “There is something there. Of course there is Roger he makes me…”

forward, adding my hand to my sister’s in her lap, letting her know that I hear her. She looks up at me then, tears in her eyes. “I just don’t know what future there is with us. And I’m scared to…to put my time and my heart into this if I know it just has a bad ending. Why even try, if he’s going

children?”

to my second point,” I say in a hurry, shaking my head at her in wonder. “If you’re so against dating a werewolf because of

jaw drops open

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demand,

out laughing, raising her hand to her mouth and shaking her head at me, a little good- natured pity in her eyes “Ella, Hank is human”

he’s a wolf–he is a wolf doctor, he knows all about wolf

back on the

right,” I hear, and I spin to my mate who I didn’t hear approaching the room “You didn’t know?” Sinclait asks, leaning against the door frame. “You

between the two of them, apparently unable to come

I turn a little red with embarrassment and throw pillows at both of them. “Stop laughing

extra senses that are able to tell you these sorts of things?” she asks, smiling at me, I think happy to have the

at her and looking bashfully at Sinclair. “But seriously, if he’s human, why does he know so much about wolf biology? Why is he such a great wolf

at Harvard, apparently,” Cora explains, calming down and taking a deep breath now. I lean forward to listen, glad that she’s not yelling or laughing at me anymore. She let him

shifters of course have our own medical personnel, not many shifters themselves are drawn to the years‘ worth of study and toil that it takes to become a

going to be a jock? I was kind of hoping he’d be a nice

to go to a human sperm bank. It’s a lucrative field, if you can break into it and are quite good at the work.

“Sounds like everyone is

“You don’t like

a hand and stopping him from chasing the poor man down and baring his fangs to demand what the he did to offend me. “He’s fine. I’m just.” I sigh, and tip my head back, staring at the ceiling. “I was just

shrug. “In this case, it doesn’t matter who you root for, because I’m