Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 94 – Bed Rest

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When Ella collapses in my arms, I can hardly wait for the nurses to come running. I immediately a*sume we must have missed some injury from the accident, and I’m instantly furious with myself for letting her talk me into being prioritized by the medical staff.

What was I thinking? I know they checked her out and there weren’t any physical marks on her body, but what if it was something internal? What if she somehow hit her head amid all the chaos? Deep down I know that doesn’t make any sense, she was completely wrapped in my arms when we collided with the car, but my fear isn’t logical. It’s sudden and violent and overwhelming.

“It’s okay, Alpha.” The doctor a*sures me as they move Ella onto a gurney of her own. “It’s probably just the stress. There’s been a lot of excitement today.”

“She has high blood pressure.” I warn, “we’ve been monitoring it daily, but her OBGYN is worried she’s developing preeclampsia.”

My wolf is growling and whining at once – impatient for the doctors to help Ella, worried for her health, and hating that anyone else is near her when she’s so vulnerable. She looks so young and innocent in her unconscious state – so small and fragile. Her rose gold hair is a shining cascade over the flimsy pillow, still streaked with my blood. I stay beside her even after the nurses try to order me away. “I’m not going anywhere.” I insist, battling my guilt over whether this is all my fault.

Would she have been so overwhelmed if I hadn’t needed her to keep me calm? If I hadn’t been such an ogre with the EMTs and the doctors, would she have been free to relax and recover without added stress?

At once, I think about her comments regarding Lydia. On one hand I know she’s right, continuing our fraud when there’s an honest option changes things completely from a moral standpoint. But beyond morality, if there was a way to protect Ella from all this stress and guilt, from the threats posed by the Prince and being my Luna, shouldn’t we pursue that? I’ve been justifying our arrangement on the grounds that becoming King is the only way to make the pack and my family safe, so the threats she’s facing to help me win the crown are necessary. But that won’t be true anymore if Lydia conceives.

Should I be trying harder to find a she-wolf to become my Luna? Not for the campaign’s sake, but for Ella and Rafe’s?

It’s not that simple. My wolf insists. The pack aren’t going to accept you throwing over Ella for Lydia. You’ve been doing everything in your power to make them fall in love with the human and it’s worked.

and hook her up to

being herself. He argues. If you come forward and tell them you’ve decided

have a point. I

a point, I’m completely

she wants – if that’s a quiet existence with our pup out of the public eye, then I want to give that to her, even if it means letting Lydia or

not the only one who’s gotten lost along the way. My wolf argues. Think about how jealous she was, how

It doesn’t seem fair that such a small, harmless creature can tie all my insides into knots the way Ella can. She thinks she’s powerless. I muse, standing to lean over her bed,

my thoughts while I waited for her

I tease, stroking her soft cheek. “Fainting

She pouts, looking over me with obvious concern.

worry about me, sweetheart.” I encourage,

catch her shoulder, keeping her in place. Eventually she huffs, “Dominic, I have to

tormented thoughts have taken a backseat –

her hands crossed over her chest as if she’s afraid to touch me. “What are you doing!? You’re hurt, you shouldn’t

chastise me as well. They all cower beneath my forbidding glower, and a fresh wave of amusement pa*ses over me as I think about how much harder it is

the cut she gave herself earlier until her sharp little teeth dig

have to find some way to keep your lips occupied so you can’t keep biting

calmly weather her glares and admonishments until I finally leave her to take care of things in private, making her promise to call for me when she’s done. Instead I hear the

into my arms so willingly that my wolf completely melts. Indeed, she comes to me so sweetly I have to fight to maintain my stern demeanor, reminding myself that I musn’t coddle her, no

delicate condition I’ll let you get away with defying me?” I rumble in Ella’s ear, chuckling when she shivers