Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 22

Chapter 22 – Ella’s Nightmares

Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issued by Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did I misperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistake or…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive for such an act. I find myself equally confused.

not wanting to believe my sister messed up

be okay from here on out. You get your baby, I get my career… the only thing we need now is to

fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enact

voice

to think about it. “I don’t want him to think I’m high maintenance. He’s already helped me so much.” Glancing at the closed door Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change his mind about letting me have visitation rights with the baby. It’s honestly driving me crazy – I’ve got to censor every single word that comes

you were an open book

“I end up over-analyzing everything I do with him. I shouldn’t have cried, I was too sa*sy, too timid, too bold. It’s like walking an emotional tightrope. And

sorry sweetie.” Cora

my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’ll

pause on the other

sister, knowing she wants to

hear you talk that way.” Cora admits. “It’s like you’re still in survival mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather than taking care of yourself, making yourself happy and enjoying becoming a

baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean anything from every weekend to

drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement entering her

bathroom… but

never been happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes. “I hope

The more the baby makes its presence known, the more secure I feel that it’s growing big

I confess. “It was great to talk though, let’s have dinner

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strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I could see the shadow of a powerful

the day napping and reading my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes, I

all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other

of my life. The sounds of my own screams and pleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images

me a minute to realize it’s him, rather than the man who’d been attacking me in my dreams. I jerk out of his hold and scramble