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 so badly, but not seeing any logic in the

now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out. You get your baby, I get my career… the only thing we need now is to find a way

a much easier problem to solve before he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enact any sort

Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same

the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change his mind about letting

not as if you were an open

that I’ll say the wrong thing and make myself seem weak or fragile, too annoying to put up with. It’s exhausting.” I drag my hand through my hair. “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 the worst part is that he can read me so dam ned well that even when I try to hide what I’m feeling,

sorry sweetie.”

time to get my bearings. Once

pregnant pause on the other end

my sister, knowing she wants

still in survival mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather than taking

lose my 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 once a year. I don’t want to risk landing with the latter or bungling the

heavily, and lets the matter drop. “How are you

laugh. “I spent all morning in the bathroom… but

happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes. “I hope

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

I confess. “It was great

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genuine warmth. I could see the shadow of a powerful leader in his stoic demeanor, but also the humility of

at ease when we finally left his home, and I spent the rest of 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 just didn’t think they’d happen so

and the foster homes, all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running

and pleading tears fill

sitting beside me on my bed, his powerful hands gripping my shoulders as he tries to bring me back to reality. It takes me a minute to realize it’s him, rather than the man who’d been attacking me in my dreams.