Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 184

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has pa*sed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable too, and I’m not

ask, feeling more awake

explains, “And he’s not one for deals and alliances. He votes based on what’s best for his pack, but it isn’t

can always play the Damon will set his sights on Vanara once he conquers the continent’ card, or point out the resource strain of accepting sO many refugees.” I suggest,

again, Rafe had been startled and upset by my nightmares, but hearing his father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly because it calms me every bit as much as it does

good ideas.” Sinclair murmurs, “But I don’t really want to talk strategy right

what do you want to talk about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans? The refugee camp? What color

why on earth you’re wearing clothes in my

is my nest.” I correct him saucily. “And besides, you’re

His arm is moving just out of frame, and from the hungry glint in his eye, I can tell he’s

me from touching myself because it’s his responsibility as my màte.”I pull down the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand as I admire

inquires darkly, his

touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for

“Naughty mate.” He croons, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l forgive this much

his hands on my body, his hardness filling me. “Oh you’re really in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs

so I could give some attention

wicked things you’re going

seductively, shifting his own phone so that I can see down

a soft purr. “You’ll start slow,” I finally answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with your mouth and hands, discovering the ways my shape has

After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing

don’t you dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with satisfaction. “Do you like being watched this way, Ella? Do you

I’m so close.”

I’m enjoying seeing what a dirty

deny his words or hold off the wave of rapture swelling above me. Sinclair

croons, “you’re not loving putting on

on my