Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 270 – Ella’s Dream

Sinclair

I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight.in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place we’ve come so many times. But there’s something just slightly… off about it. A haze, an… indistinctness to the details. As if Ella can’t put the pieces together quite well enough.

I’m still here, though, which means some part of her wants me to be. I hold on to this knowledge, desperately, and begin to prowl through the forest. Where the hell is she?

–

I hear her giggling somewhere and spin my head, looking everywhere for my mate. But then – god damn it, is it coming from above me? I stop, looking up at the canopy of leaves and the clouds, listening hard.

–

Yes there is she in the sky?

I cup my hands to my mouth and shout her name upwards.

“Ela!” I cry. “Ella! Come back here!” There’s no response, just more of that giggling. My inner wolf prowls within me, hungry, worried, ready for the chase. But now is not the time to be playing hide and seek. I let my anger and my alpha demand infuse my voice, trying again. “Ella!” I command. I hear the giggling cease. “Get your a*s down here! Now!”

And then, suddenly, she’s there again, standing in front of me. I keep my face stern, not letting any of the relief I feel slip through.

“Bossy,” she quips, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “Big bully wolf.”

“Ella,” I sigh, shaking my head and closing the distance between us, putting my hands on each of her cheeks. Her tiny face is so small, so fragile between my palms. And so, so incredibly precious. I let my eyes rove over her, savoring every detail. “Baby,” I murmur. “Come back to me.”

“But I’m right here,” she giggles, wrinkling her nose at me, confused but not dismayed. Her form flickers like a lamp with a bad bulb – now bright, now hazy, struggling to keep alight.

“Please, baby,” I beg, moving my arms to take her by the shoulders, to bring her closer to me. Please try.”

“Sinclair,” she whines. “I don’t understand.”

”

is one of the things I love about her, but talking to her now…it’s like she’s a little child, like she really doesn’t understand, doesn’t remember what happened to her.

Ella relax in my arms, though, as I press her close to me, nuzzling her face against my chest. My wrack my mind, trying to figure out what to do to bring

fall back on the thing that has always brought us together, without fail. I tip her face up

pa*ses and she’s gasping, as if my kiss is air to her, bringing her life. Her hands sink

–

is the only

me, on top of me, her legs straddling my lap as I go to my knees on the forest floor. She moans, grinding her hips against me, pressing herself closer so that my head bends back on my neck. She

hungry.

the moment, of me, of everything. Let her have me, all of

realize, suddenly, that her flickering has stopped. That in

substantial…real.

and I draw a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see, but desperately scared that if we stop –

arms wrapped tight around her

is vivid and warm

she whispers, her eyes suddenly filled with a clarity and knowledge

Ella,” I cry, my voice muffled as I bury my face against her, fighting the

she whispers, her voice increasingly frantic, her hands loosening their grip in my hair and scrabbling to turn my face up to hers. I can’t help the two tears that slide down my cheeks as I

working to keep my voice steady, my arms still tight around her.

She gasps, her eyes wide and

the utter panic only a mother

calm her. “He’s still – he’s

out of here –” she hisses in her panic, staring around at the dream forest

all right, sweetheart,” I say, my voice level, soft. “The world

–

we

back to me, her hands pressed against my cheeks. “It’s it’s done?