Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 1- Betray

Ella

“I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.”

“What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left.

“In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.”

“My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother.

I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste.

I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me.

I co ck my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate.

tupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually

snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for

never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her

after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her

it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far

to get pregnant, despite having unprotected S** multiple times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have

pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to

been sneaking around behind my

an idiot if he expects me to buy such

one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this

time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the

my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination,

hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up

fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only

if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t