Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 412 – The Writer Ella

“Nah,” I say, leaning in to stroke a hand over Benny’s hair, “I can’t shift right now now. I have to go and help some other kids.”

Still suspicious, the boy takes his hand from mine and crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me your name. When my mom comes back, I’ll ask her to look you up on the internet. Then we’ll know whether or not you’re a wolf.”

Laughing, I tell him my name, and then I look around the tent. “Where is your mom, anyway?” I ask. “I’d like to meet her.”

The little boy is quiet for a moment and then he shrugs. “She’ll be back any minute.”

“Oh,” I say, and then I feel my heart ache a little bit inside of me, though I do my very best to keep my voice cheerful. “Did she just step away? When’s the last time you saw her?”

“Coupla days,” Benny murmurs, looking down at his blankets for a second. I glance up at Isabel, who has come close and was listening. She grimaces and then nods, confirming my suspicions. This little boy hasn’t seen his mother for a long, long time.

“Okay,” I say, reaching out and stroking a hand over his hair. “I’m going to do some work, okay? But I’ll come back and visit you in a little bit, all right, kiddo?”

“Okay!” he replies, instantly cheerful and smiling up at me. “Will you turn into your wolf then?”

“We’ll see,” I reply, laughing and giving him a wink. Then he waves to me as I stand up and move to Conner to instantly take Rafe into my own arms, hugging my baby close and passing him all of the love I have in my heart down the bond to him.

Because I honestly feel as if I could spend the rest of the day crying if I allow myself to think too hard about Benny, who was just quietly suffocating in his bed while he waited for his mother to come back.

Hank catches my eye and comes closer, glancing at Benny as he does.

“Will he survive?” I murmur, pitching my voice low enough so that the boy can’t hear me.

“After what you just did, Ella?” Hank asks. “Yeah. He’s going to make it. But he needs more than just medical help,” Hank continues. “You know that.”

sharply at Theo. “I need you to text Sinclair,” I say, my voice taking on more of Sinclair’s command than I’ve ever heard it do before. “Tell him we need to triple everything. Or

but he does as I say. My eyes return to Hank, though

his hands into his pockets.

around the room. ” When I’m a Queen, you’ll know- because I’ll be wearing my tiara 24/7. It’s the only perk

warm hand on my back and guiding me towards the next patient. “The perk is being able to do this. And to order your mate to

work, seating myself in the waiting chair next to a little girl with cuts and bruises all over her arms and

evening passes predictably. Cora and Hank consult with the doctors and nurses already working here to determine the work that I should do, and I heal, and Conner guards Rafe,

tent, I am pleased with the day’s work – we’ve helped dozens of children, and even brought some back from a very dark place. I look around the room, exhaling a satisfied breath, but I blink when I notice a

barely noticed me. I am, after all, the smallest person here and had a baby strapped to my chest. The people had watched our every movement with narrow, suspicious eyes, always waiting for the next shoe to

long day of working

now many eyes are wide with wonder, trained on me as I move through the tent. I blush a little and duck my head, tucking my hair behind my ear

my sudden change in

then laughs. What, did you not expect all of the hero worship and awe when you decided to come and use your

a little. “Don’t be ridiculous,

are, Ella,” she says, laughing at me again. “I mean, do you need

say, dropping my voice and stepping closer

patting my cheek with a sigh.

lips, but then I glare at her a little. “Well, you’re a weird hybrid soon-to-be wolf mom who is

Cora says, giving me a wink and moving forward on to the next case. “Don’t

following after her. ” Because you

laughing as I give Rafe – cuddled in Conner’s arms a little kiss on the cheek and then sit down in the chair waiting by the bed of my next patient – the one I’ve been told is the last one of the

little girl – probably about eight years old and then up at the woman who is 1 probably her mother, though she looks a bit young for it. Still, by the affinity between them – both with long, dark brown hair and pale skin – I know that they’re family. “My name is Ella. I’ve heard

her hands to her stomach and frowning.

They’ve briefed me, of course – the girl isn’t just sick, she’s got some kind of bacterial infection that’s increased to