Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

I gasp and quickly reach out my hand to clasp Roger’s. I feel that he is just as tense as I am as we both sit on the end of the bed, staring at Cora.

Leon flicks his gaze to me and gives me a very subtle shake of his head and a tiny frown. It’s a small gesture, but the meaning is clear: I absolutely must not disturb Cora’s state. As a precaution, I raise a hand to my mouth and cover it, knowing that in the upcoming moments I may hear details that make me react involuntarily.

Roger squeezes my other hand tightly as Leon continues.

“Cora,” Leon continues, curious. “I admit that I am intrigued by this man, this priest. Can you tell me more about him? What details do you remember?”

“It’s…hard,” Cora says, and I see her brow ruffle. “He…he didn’t want me to remember.”

“That’s very frustrating,” Leon continues, his voice like honey. “Just tell me what you see.”

“He’s tall,” Cora says, her frown deepening. “He has pale skin and dark hair…he’s not old, but not young. His robe is black.” She gives a little shrug and huffs a sigh through her nose. I can see that she’s frustrated, even in her hypnotic state.

“That’s all right, Cora, that’s wonderful detail,” Leon says soothingly. I hear Roger’s mouth pop open and snap my head to him, but Leon holds up one finger towards us, begging patience while he continues.

“What happened next, my dear?” Leon asks.

“He told me,” she says, sighing, “to destroy the sample in my hand – to wash it down the sink, and then discard the vial. And then, once I did that,” she sighs, almost peaceful again, “he had me go to the other freezer – the one with the shifter samples and to take out number 7285692. So I did. And then I prepared that, and tested it for motility, and when it was ready,” she shrugs, “I went into the exam room and helped Ella.”

“Thank you, Cora,” Leon says smoothly, smiling at her. “That is wonderful detail. You’ve remembered it all so beautifully.” Then, he turns to Roger and nods, giving him permission to take control of the investigation.

“Cora,” Roger says, releasing my hand and crossing his arms over his chest. “Can you hear me?”

she asks, her eyes still closed. “What

very good at the kind of play acting that Cora’s hypnosis

be back here,” she

a little, as if remembering that she had no protests about a strange man in black robes who apparently took control of her will and made her switch sperm samples before inseminating me. I give Roger a hard nudge with my elbow and when he turns

to my terms. “Cora,” he continues, “what did the priest say to you before he left? Did he ask you to…forget anything? Or do anything special with the

“He simply…took my hands, before

the sample,” Roger asks, “and you didn’t know to whom it

lap, looking if anything a little bored. “I thought, at the time, that

next to her. “You’re doing wonderfully.” A

ever see the priest

passes over her face, and she frowns. Leon sits up, peering at her closely, and then looks at me,

may have hit on something here but…..perhaps, just asked the

says, her voice a little

me,” I say softly, quickly standing up and moving to her side, sitting back down on the bed and taking her hand. I’m probably blocking the remote investigators‘ view of Cora now, but I don’t care. My sister is more

her voice wavering a little bit, afraid.

the man in the black robe after that day…but

says, her lip starting to tremble. She turns to me, unseeing,

glancing between her and Leon,

then, my sister goes rigid with terror, her eyes flying open, and she tilts back her head and screams.

– she barely draws breath before the next

throwing my body across her, working to hold her, to keep her down. Leon, clearly startled, fumbles with the shot at her side, his hands shaking. But suddenly Roger is there, snatching it from his hands – leaning over and injecting Cora in the arm where Leon administered the first shot and all

now, reaching for her face, calling her name – and then slowly, so slowly, her screams subside, and she comes back

her cheeks as tears slip down her face. She looks at