Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 276-Ella Gets Hungry

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1 wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Elle n’t next to me

She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack of emails piling up in my inbox and watching her sleep from the corner of my eye. But now, when my eyes peeked open for just a moment after maybe two hours of sleep?

Gone

I hurl the sheets off of me, getting to my feet in a flash, my head whipping around as I search the empty room for her with all of my senses. But my eyes tell me that she’s not here, and my nose

Her scent is dull, but not stale She hasn’t been gone long

A growl starts in my chest as I stalk from the room, looking through the empty hallways for my mate, desperate to find her. She was on bed rest, damn it – where the hell else would she be except bed? Unless

Unless, something had happened – but she’d have woken me –

Or she’d been kidnapped – but there’s no way I’d have slept through that.

I follow her scent quickly, my anger intensifying as I realize that it leads me down stairs. God damn it, the doctor expressly forbid her from stairs. I pound down the staircase hurrying through the hall and slamming open the kitchen door –

But then, she’s suddenly there. Seated alone at the kitchen table in the dark, surrounded by a pile of food, her eyes wide.

“Um,” she says innocently, knowing she’s been caught and lowering the piece of cold fried chicken back down to its plate. “Do you want some?”

are you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her eyes still wide and then gestures at

obvious.

let her off the hook. “The doctor told you

“I didn’t go far!”

told you not to go

not to go up stairs. And I slid down on my butt

and pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,”

hungry!” she

her, glaring. “I could have gotten you

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She shakes her gently at me. “You can’t be at my beck and call like this- not for something simple like

gathered on the kitchen table, “feast?” “You have like six couches, Dominic,” she replies, smiling innocently up at me like a little kid who

I murmur, relenting and raising a hand to play with the ends of her lovely rose–gold hair. I’m starting to calm now, realizing that my

a big smile and reaching for an Oreo, popping

at this and pull a chair out for myself, sitting next to her. She hasn’t won – not yet but…well, I can’t really resist the

all over the place – fried chicken, pasta salad, cakes, wasabi–dipped peanuts, even a bowl

also why I couldn’t wake you to bring me food. I didn’t know what I wanted. Turns out, I wanted it all.” I grimace as she takes a bite of

with a laugh, shaking my head. “No, Ella,” I insist. “You can’t move into the pantry like a mouse. We’ll just make sure you have a better selection upstairs. Maybe we can hire someone…” I drift off into my thoughts, trying to think through solutions as she continues to pick through the

tired for real ideas. I sigh, running a hand down my face and rubbing

eyes and look at her worried face. “See?” she insists, shaking her head and studying my tired

murmur, fighting a yawn. “I’m up

have more then me on your plate now – more than you ever have You – you’ll be crowned King soon. You have to be able to