Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 138 – Ella Shifts

Sinclair

I don’t remember much about my own experience shifting for the first time. I remember the blinding pain, the torment of having every bone in my body broken, every muscle torn to perform the strange alchemy of reshaping my into a wolf. I remember it feeling as though it lasted forever, the certainty that it would never end… that I was surely dying. I didn’t understand how anyone could survive such torment, but my Father was beside me every step of the way, holding me, comforting me and promising that it would be alright. I recall the rumble of his steady, rea*suring voice more than anything else, but I never imagined how hard it must have been for him to watch me suffer thus.

Now I understand only too well. It’s worse with Ella, because all her senses are coming in at once – the entire world suddenly becoming to sharp, too bright, too loud. And her agony is deeper, because in becoming her wolf she’s also losing our baby, the baby she waited and longed for over so many years. I’m devastated to know our son won’t survive, and I can feel his immense stress through our bond as Ella’s wolf emerges, but the worst part of all this is knowing I can’t fix it. I can’t protect either of them from the brutality of nature.

I would gladly take on Ella’s pain myself. I would gladly suffer so that she doesn’t have to… but I can’t, I can only be there for her and try to ease her distress. When the helicopter lands on the roof of the mansion, I carry Ella down to my room, struggling to hold onto her as her small form jerks and spasms with more strength than she would ever be able to manage normally. She’s still shivering with cold, and though her wolf is waking up, I’m worried that it may not be fast enough to save her fingers and toes.

“Look baby, look – it’s your nest.” I tell her, unwrapping her from my coat to deposit her on the bed.

Ella is still in the beginning stages of her shift, still lucid enough to know where she is and what’s happening. It won’t stay that way, of course. In a few hours she’ll be so consumed by pain that she won’t know her own name anymore. She peeks through the darkened room, taking in her surroundings. With a pitiful moan, she weakly crawls deeper into the pillowy haven, both relieved to be in her safe haven and heartbroken to know she won’t need a nest much longer. I quickly bury her trembling form in blankets, and drop a kiss to her tear-stained cheek, promising to return shortly.

her only long enough to fill the bath with warm water, trying not to think about how different this might have turned out if I hadn’t waited so long to go in after her. I’d been trying

under the blankets.

vow, realizing what a mistake it was to offer her this comfort and then try to take it away – even if it is only temporary. “We have to get

her from the bed, as vicious as a tiny hellcat despite her exhaustion and depleted state. It breaks my heart to be so ruthless with her, but I know it’s for her own good. I can’t get her to be still long enough to undress her so I tear her clothes away and drag her into the bath. She goes in with a great splash, then whines as the warm water meets her numb extremities, no

wishing there was any other way. I’ve called for the doctor, but until her shift is over, administering any kind of care to her is going to be harrowing. Ella lashes at me the only way she can, telling

feeling in the forest, and I’m trying my best not to add to her plight. I wish I could get some food

enters the second stage of her shift, and my wolf whines helplessly, rabid with the need to ease her torment. I pull her from the bath and return her to the nest, letting her feel my nearness and praying this will comfort her. Ella’s shouts of anger transform into wails and begging for me to make it

her eyes to me, her pupils dilated so wide with pain that her irises are nothing more than a glowing gold ring around pitch black pools. “I don’t want to be

if I could, little one.”

turns her head away from me and seizes up as all her fingers break at once, her mouth opening in a silent wail, beyond the ability of making

shift, Ella’s begging has ceased. Instead the pain wracks her body with vicious sounds of breaking bones and rending flesh, contorting her into unnatural shapes as she wavers

rock her and mutter in her ear, hoping she’ll be able to hear me somewhere deep down. “I love you, Ella. You are loved, so so

Dominic.” My father encourages gently, rolling close enough to