Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 423 – Wedding prep

Cora

“Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rimming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears

“You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little cartoon character, standing there, completely undone by the sight of me in a wedding gown.

“Ells!” I laugh, taking a few steps towards her and reaching out my hands. “You can’t do this for every new dress!”

“But you look so differently beautiful in each one!” she shouts, and then a sob breaks from her and she burries her face in her hands, letting loose. I burst into laughter at this, raising my own hands to my cheeks and taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” she cries and I just shake my head, pulling my hands away and smiling as I turn to look at myself in the mirror.

I mean, she’s not wrong – I look damn good in this sparkling white gown that hugs my body all the way to the floor and then spreads out behind me in a beautiful beaded train. But honestly – Ella is so much more sentimental than me. She has gotten choked up at every single one I’ve tried on so far – and they’re all beautiful but …I’m just not having the same reaction as she is.

“You don’t like it?” she gasps, scurrying to my side and meeting my eyes in the mirror. “But Cora – you look amazing – you look so romantic-

“I know, Ella!” I say, turning and putting a hand on her shoulder. “But I think the problem is that I’m not I’m not very romantic! You are, for sure, but-”

“Ohhh,” she says, frowning and swatting my hand away, “you are too romantic. You confessed your love for Roger in a rain storm! He swept you off your feet and carried you inside! You – ”

“Okay,” I say, raising my hands as I give in, “I will admit that that part of our story is romantic – ”

you conceived your little baby that very

got me!” I laugh, “But Ella! I never craved any of that – I’ve never, ever been the girl who thinks about her wedding day, or what her first dance would be. This just…means less to me,

we do it?” she asks, wiping away her tears. ” Why don’t you

I murmur, turning back to smile at myself in the mirror. My wolf raises her sleepy head inside me and gives a little yip of confirmation, making my smile deepen. I run a mental hand over her fur, letting her

and putting her head on my shoulder as we both stare at me in the mirror. “But you should keep this dress anyway. Roger

know, right?” I murmur, turning and admiring the way the dress hugs my

squeals a little, throwing her arms

“I always liked it,” I

get it,” she says, nodding. “But let’s keep the dress. Just in case. And… maybe the ballgown too?” She gives me a big grin in the mirror, because I know that one was her favorite, even

with a sigh and a shrug.

hysterics while watching me try on twenty gowns. But while Ella speaks quietly with the stylists, probably purchasing four or five of the gowns just to have options,

this…this just

and take off the dress, folding it carefully and putting on the outfit that I came in. When I come out one of the stylists comes over to

I say softly, glancing over at Ella, who is still consulting. “Can you

the woman says, hesitant, because she knows it’s Ella paying not

it, you can tell her it was me. I promise

out a sharp breath and

an idea in my head, I go to give my sister a kiss

his head as he presses the door shut

take a step back, trying to like…melt into the shadows or something.

wolf hearing – instantly snaps his head

in the living room, fully dressed with my shoes on, standing next to two tiny suit cases and a certain white box wrapped in a silver