Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Counterattack

Ella

I blink my eyes open warily, knowing I’m not at home in my own bed solely by the luxurious mattress and beddings surrounding me. The last thing I remember, I was in Cora’s office with none other than Dominic Sinclair, who was single-handedly offering to save my future and break my heart in one fell swoop.

I was about to sign away my rights to my baby… my baby, I think dazedly, pressing one hand to my belly. Am I really pregnant? After all this time?

The idea that I have to give up my child because life dealt me yet another ruthless blow makes me feel sick to my stomach… in fact, I lurch from the bed and race for the bathroom, feeling my insides roil and clench. I make it to the toilet just in time, emptying my stomach into the porcelain bowl and dropping to my knees with a groan of misery.

I suppose that’s all the proof I need. I really am going to be a mother… but for how long? 30 seconds? Five minutes? Will Dominic Sinclair give me the opportunity to even hold my baby before ripping it from my arms? Do I want that torture? Yes, I decide instantly. I have to hold my baby in my arms, even if it’s only for a fraction of a second…. Even if we aren’t technically the same species.

That particular thought sends my head spinning so quickly I have to clench my eyes shut. Werewolves are real. Not only are they real, but I’m pregnant with one… Dominic Sinclair, who I’ve mooned over a thousand times, is a creature I believed only existed in novels and films. And what was that grumbling noise when I pa*sed out, why did it feel like I could hear his voice in my head?

All of a sudden it’s just too much to handle. I slip back into the bedroom and climb back into the opulent bed, for the first time realizing I must be in the Sinclair mansion. There’s no other explanation. I’ve never been in a room this beautiful, or with such expensive furnishings. It must all belong to him.

landing on a table by the door. There’s a vase of flowers

yourself at home. I’ll be at the office until this evening, but as soon as I return we can finish our talk. Ask the serv ants for anything you

Yours,

Dominic

to go home? I think

so that I’d be forced to agree to his terms. It’s not as if I really stood a chance against him. He has all the power in the world while I have nothing, and he made it very clear that there was no

baby. Or if not my brain, whatever higher power created shifters and humans – this entire crazy planet. I never considered myself religious

that’s happened to me over the last few days. Cora’s words ring in my head, “It isn’t fair.” It isn’t fair that I have to lose everything because of the actions and cruelty of other people. It isn’t fair that Dominic Sinclair should hold my future

door, sneaking through the hallways until I finally find my way out of the maze of a house. Only once does a ser vant try to stop me. I’m almost to the front door when a guard steps in front of me, “Miss, you don’t have permission to

chin up and glare at the man. “Are

that. He frowns deeply, eyeing me closely. I can almost see the thoughts scrolling through his head. Yes he has orders not to

another word. When I arrive home a little while later, I head straight for my computer, pulling up the internet browser and typing in

with him. Nevermind the fact that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, they make it sound

completely legitimate and he actually does donate half his revenues to those in need (of course, half a colossal fortune still leaves a fortune behind). The internet is chock-full of reports and speeches he’s made, good will efforts to better

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