Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 110

Chapter 110 – Nesting

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I decide to work from home for the rest of the day.

I’m so amazed by everything that’s happening, and overwhelmed by how much our lives have changed in the last 48 hours. Two days ago I was grieving the relationship I believed was impossible, wishing against all logic that Ella could be a wolf. Now all our dreams have come true, yet I feel reluctant to trust these changes. It’s all too wonderful, even if mysterious forces have clearly been at work – pulling the strings of our lives from far away.

I hate the idea that someone has been watching and manipulating us from afar – even if it is the Goddess. Still, the Goddess isn’t what frightens me most. The thing that frightens me most is knowing that someone out there knows the truth about Ella, they know secrets she and I have yet to uncover, and might use them against us. True, it seems that bringing us together was for our benefit, but the picture is never clear until it’s complete. Shifters in this city know exactly how vulnerable Ella is right now, and we can’t wake her wolf for another three and a half months, at least.

Around seven I realize that I’m not going to get any more work done this evening. Instead I head upstairs to my bedroom, expecting to find my sweet mate resting before dinner. Instead, I walk in to find Ella out of bed and pacing, overflowing with anxious energy. The second thing I notice is that every pillow, blanket and cushion in the linen closet has been piled onto the bed, and the canopy curtains drawn closed.

Ella stops in her tracks when she sees me, wringing her hands. “Baby, what is it?” I ask, crossing over to her. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not right. I’ve been trying to fix it but I can’t… it’s not right.”

purring softly as she tucks her head against my chest and

bed.” She huffs, gesturing to it sullenly. “It’s not cozy enough. Your pillows are terrible, and none

about other fathers coping with a mate in this exact state? These instincts are as powerful as all

at you.” I promise. “It’s just that you’re

adorably brow furrowing in confusion, “but

the bed rest, you’re stuck in this room with nowhere to go, it’s only natural that you want to make

because your dumb bed is giant and everything is wrong.” She complains, unbuttoning my shirt

in sympathy, scooping her up. “Well then let me help.” I suggest, my own alpha instincts urging me to settle her. I deposit her on the bed, then move to the

blankets, then accept them back if they don’t fit the indescribable qualifications she’s seeking. I have no idea what’s going on in her mind, but I know enough to realize this isn’t a matter of logic. Her inner wolf is pushing her to satisfy a powerful craving that she probably doesn’t understand any more than I do when my wolf urges me to scent mark her. It’s all feelings and one

smile that makes me want to kiss her so badly it hurts. “Am I allowed

moment, obviously contemplating this. She narrows her eyes, “As long as you

her, I accidentally knock one of the overstuffed poufs out of position, and a kittenish growl rises in her chest. That’s when I snatch

other time we’ve gotten

distracting me all day long.” I admit, stroking her spine as she nibbles my ear. “You’ve shown such ferocity already, and you have so much love to give – you’ll truly be

squirming against me in a way that tells me she’s getting excited just talking about this. Still, she sighs, a familiar look of hesitance on her lovely features. “Don’t, we don’t know what the future holds yet. And I’ll be happy even if it’s

you can get them?” I guess, understanding her reluctance to get her hopes up. I know only too well how hard it is to let yourself dream after so

I’ve never had that bond. Rafe is the first person in my life who I’ll experience that with.” Ella confides, “it’s part of why I wanted a child of my own. To

I want my babies to all have your genes.” I tease, sliding my hand down over her

firm. “If we can’t have more pups on our own, I know how many orphans out there need a good home.” There’s something haunted in her last words, and I find myself squeezing her more tightly. Still, despite her pain, an incandescent smile takes over her features, and she buries her head in my neck, laughing. “I can’t even believe this is real.” She exclaims. “I never imagined that we’d