Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 8 -Compromise

Ella

Up until this point of my life, I’ve hated a handful of people. At the moment Mike and Kate are at the top of my list, but they aren’t alone. However Dominic Sinclair is very quickly rising through the ranks and making a play for the top spot. Mike and Kate’s betrayal hurt so much because I cared for them both, but Sinclair might be the first person I’ve encountered who I dislike this strongly after so short a time.

He’s looking me up and down with the bearing of a wolf deciding how to devour the rabbit in its claws, and I realize that’s all I am to him. All those intense looks over the last couple of years, every encounter, every smile – the entire time he’s been thinking I’m some lesser being, the prey to his predator. Maybe he’s like Mike and thought I was a particularly attractive specimen, but in the end they’re the same sort of monster.

“There is no offer you could ever make me that would convince me to give you my child.” I tell him sharply. “I am not for sale, and neither is my baby.”

“Now you’re just being stubborn.” Sinclair sighs, “digging in your heels because you don’t like me.”

“What gave it away?” I deride. For the second time, it seems like he wants to smile despite his better judgment, but again he holds back.

“Use your head, Ella.” He instructs patronizingly. “Let’s say I believe you didn’t do this just to cash in on a big pay day.”

“You obviously don’t!” I interrupt, earning myself a look so stern a shiver runs down my spine.

you going to raise this child? If you try to abort it I will take you to court and I guarantee the judge will prevent you from going through with it –

go through with terminating the pregnancy has gotten weaker and weaker

intentionally inseminated. It’s not like you got knocked up after a one night stand or were a*saulted. I’m offering a child a good life and I have more political sway than you can imagine.” He flashes his teeth at me, teeth that

contemplate, with a clear killer instinct. All at once I realize he’s right, the judges and doctors will side with him, whether he convinces them or bribes them – he’ll

this baby to term whether I can afford it or not. My best hope is to find some other job in that time, but even then the best life I’d be able to offer my baby is an impoverished one. It’s not like disgraced

a job and cover every last one of your medical and living expenses. If you deliver me

in my chest. “I’m this child’s mother. It

my genes guarantee it. It will be raised with its own kind. And it will have a wonderful

should I trust you?” I wonder aloud, “you clearly don’t trust me, why do you expect me to give you something you

have no reason not to trust me. I’ve

even if you didn’t make the call, whoever did reported that

foreboding expression softens for a moment. “And I

love to see my precious charges again, but I don’t know if I can get past their mother’s cruelty. “Money can’t fix everything.” I reply, “and all your promises – what good is having everything I need if I’ll never have the thing

help you adopt a human baby.” He offers, circling me as if he’s some sort of wolfish vulture. He clearly senses he’s closing in on the kill, and

will be solved, and I can adopt a child that needs a mother as badly as I need to be one. Am I being silly, holding onto my childhood baggage about wanting to be part of a family bonded through more than just affection, a family bonded by blood? After all, blood is no guarantee of love – how many

loved and cared for, will