Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 35

Chapter 35 – Dinner with Cora

Ella

“I swear, Cora.” I groan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m in so far over my head it’s ridiculous.”

“You’re doing fine!” Cora insists, despite the fact that she doesn’t have any idea how things are actually going. “I mean a month ago you didn’t even know this world existed.”

“How did you keep it quiet for so long?” I inquire.

“I didn’t have a choice.” Cora admits, “I didn’t even believe it at first. It took me a lot longer to come to terms with it than it took you, believe me. I mean I could see it through my microscope, I could see the molecular evidence, but…” She trails off, shaking her head about just how deep her denial had run. “I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I always thought magic was nonsense – it actually shook my belief in science for a minute there.”

I appreciate her consolation more than I can express. I’ve felt so alone in all this, it’s wonderful to know I’m not the only one who struggled this way. “I think it helps that I’ve been completely immersed in it.” I reason. “You have no idea how much better I feel just being out with you – away from all that. I mean honestly, it feels as though I’ve been living underwater or something. Like I’m learning how to survive without air because there’s no other option, and I don’t even realize how odd it is until I surface again and remember what breathing is.” I explain. “Not to mention Sinclair. He’s confusing me so much. It’s like I’m a teenager again and he’s my first crush.”

“Maybe it’s just the baby,” Cora suggests, “it wants to be near him.”

“I suppose.” I concede, “but I still don’t understand how any of this is possible. I mean the shifters are one thing – but how can I be pregnant by one?”

“I don’t know.” Cora sighs, “I mean their society has always been hidden for their own protection. A few humans like me are allowed to know, and I expect a few have fallen in love at some point or another, but I’ve never heard of anyone cross breeding. It shouldn’t be possible.” She shakes her head. “Your baby really is a miracle, Elle.”

“Don’t I know it.” I grin. “I have to focus on that. I have to focus on the baby, rather than him.”

“Is it really that bad?” Cora presses.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m losing it, and I can’t figure out if he reciprocates the feelings, or if it’s all in my head. And then there’s all this stuff with his former mate. It’s all such a mess.”

“Do you trust him?” Cora probes gently, squeezing my hand across the table.

one man – after everything that happened to us when we were growing up, I actually fell for Mike’s lies. I knew

undiluted pity that I pull my hand

Ella.” She declares

her, “It can’t succeed without an easy mark – and that’s obviously what I was. I’m at least partly responsible

we were kids. You let yourself be hurt so that I and the other little ones wouldn’t be, and now you carry the weight of that trauma while we get off scot free. It isn’t fair. And I

rush of warmth for her. “You know I wouldn’t change that for the world, Cora. I would so much rather

going to make such

before I’m due, and once Sinclair is King I’ll be able to relax. But I’m terrified of him losing. If the Prince wins I really think he

anyone being strong enough to

their own maybe not.” I agree, “but with an army

he wins.” Cora encourages. “The word around the office is that

go anywhere without camera crews following me around everywhere

declared mischievously. “We should go out! Just the two of us – before your whole life

if we want to go out without an entire entourage we’ll have to be sneaky

“Sinclair is

is enough and I understand the

to be safe

when we go out.” I decide. “In fact, we won’t go anywhere near the shifter neighborhoods – human

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I’m

you’re thinking.” He smirks after a

“Do you?” I quip.

so busy that last few days that this is one of

when he’s scent marking me every morning and night. “Why have you been

and the holidays. It’s the craziest time of year.” Sinclair explains, frowning at the reading on the

that you might be what’s stressing me out?” I suggest, the

my cheek. “Hmm, your heart does speed up when I touch you.

I said, stress.” I supply, instantly regretting the direction