Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“I can’t wait any longer” I say, two hours, one shower, and three sandwiches later. I stand up in the tiny steel kitchen, accidentally scattering the bag of chips I was picking at all over the counter. Honestly, I wasn’t even eating because I was hungry. I was just trying to distract myself.

“Ella,” Sinclair sighs, reaching for my wrist.

“No!” I say, moving away from his grasp. “They’re being selfish! They know I’m dying to know!”

“Let them take their time!” Sinclair urges, standing up with me. I turn to glare at him and see him looking longingly at the hallway as well.

“See?” I say, pointing at him and narrowing my eyes. “You want to go too.”

Caught, he looks at me and grimaces a little. “Well, obviously I want to go talk to them, Ella,” he says, rolling his eyes. “He’s my brother as much as she’s your sister – I want to know as badly as you do –”

“Then let’s go!” I laugh, slapping my hand on the table and grinning down at the baby, who looks at me curiously. I laugh again at his expression and coo down at him. “Let’s go see your auntie and your Roger and your new cousin!”

“Ella,” Sinclair warns, stoic. “It’s not right. They’re entitled to their time alone!”

“Oh whatever,” I say, waving a hand to dismiss the Idea as I grabbing the half–empty bag of chips off the table. “She’s probably hungry. She’s a pregnant woman! She needs sustenance!”

And then, before he can stop me, I’m charging down the hall, determined to see my sister and learn everything.

“No, stop!” Sinclair calls half–heartedly behind me, and grin over my shoulder at him, because I know he could catch and stop me if he wanted to. I laugh then, hurrying towards the door to our room and reaching for it, thinking that my mate is just as nosy as I am – he just has more qualms about indulging in it.

rap lightly on the door before pushing it open. “Hello!” I sing, sweeping into the room, my heart swelling with happiness when I see Cora laying down on the bed, her head propped up against the pillows, her shirt pushed up a little and Roger pressing his ear low against her stomach.

she says, her face breaking out into a huge smile that does

I cross to her I think,

まず

remember that we were attacked this morning –

bedroom…

Suddenly alert, Roger sits up, likewise looking at

to smile at

I can come in for a hug. Sinclair closes the door behind him and

tucked against his arm. All right? he asks me, with a little concerned nudge

me up, then, distract me from the fact that

If a woman came to

she asks, laughing and casually brushing his hair away from his face. “Because,” he says, smug, “the child has incredible genes – the paternal line is especially fierce, not to

a little, making him sit up and grin at her.

towards his brother, curious. “Do you

making my stomach twist. Cora likewise notices

she looks at Sinclair, blinking, remembering. “Yes,” she says softly. “I remember you talking

looks back at Sinclair. “But it feels….different to me,” he adds, “than the way you described it with Rafe.”

you feel it, yes?” I say eagerly, leaning forward, wanting it

brother. “All bonds are different, it doesn’t have to be exactly like what I felt with Rafe. If you feel it, it’s real. But what

down at her stomach. “You could… communicate with the baby, from very early on.

sex?” I ask, leaning forward to

harder. “I feel the link, for sure. But I’m getting…” he sighs and

leans forward and puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder, not concerned but