Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions?

“How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him.

“The same,” I murmur, returning my eyes to my mate’s pallid face. “No changes.”

“What does that mean, doctor?” Cora asks, wringing her hands.

“Well,” the doctor replies, leaning down to study Ella’s face. “I can’t say that I’m encouraged by it. I think that if she were getting better, she would have woken by now.” He moves away from her and over to some of the machines, lifting the tape they’ve been printing for hours to read the report. But,” he murmurs, studying them. “It doesn’t seem like she’s getting any worse.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Cora asks, looking at him with pleading eyes. She, like me, wants to do something, anything.

“Go home,” the doctor says frankly. “Get some rest. There’s nothing you can do for her here. So go home, prepare yourselves.”

“Prepare ourselves?!” Cora gasps, her eyes going wide. “For –”

“For whatever’s next,” the doctor interrupts, meeting her eyes evenly. “It’s not going to do any good to panic. If she survives, she’s going to need you, all of you.” He glances around at the rest of us as he says this. “She’s going to need you to be strong for her, so it doesn’t do any good to stand around her worrying. I would recommend that you go home and let us care for her here.”

Cora nods anxiously, but I can’t help the anger that builds in me.

“I am going nowhere,” I snap, my eyes fixed on the doctor, who comes back to the bedside now.

“I understand,” he replies, meeting my gaze. “But you two,” he says to Cora and Roger, “I don’t recommend that you stay.”

“All right,” Cora murmurs, steeling herself and nodding. Then, she looks to me. “But we’ll be back- tomorrow. And if anything…”

out of the room without another look at me. “Leave your number at

frowning a little as looks at

him,” I mumble begrudgingly. “He’s

his side. “Sinclair,” she says, her voice

at her.

insists. “The doctor is right – we’re

going

not…I can’t rest. Not when

can’t finish the sentence. Can’t even

understand. But then she

about how you…you meet? In her dreams?” I snap my head, looking towards her. “Can you…”

head slowly, grinding my teeth. Why the hell hadn’t

her invitation. She has to bring me into the dream, and I don’t know…” I lean forward

hope within me. Could it be

begs. “Please, try. It can’t

it for a moment and then, slowly, I begin to nod. “All right,” I agree, against my better judgement. If I fall into a sleep…and she’s

not looking at them. “I

other and then slip from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a

you, trouble,” I murmur to

Ella

giggling to myself as I spin around in my little dream forest. It’s so good to be back here – where the air is cool, and damp, and I have the trees above me and

laughing as I go. “Spin, spin,” I

though? My wolf yips, jumping just beyond my vision. But when I turn towards her, she’s gone. Silly pup, where is she of to? I hear her again, and spin towards her, seeing a flash of

for her, and am hit with a sudden waive

stomach. “Ohhh, too much spinning.” I giggle again, laughing at myself. Silly girl, making myself sick. I throw myself back on the grass then, enjoying the feeling of it