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?”

“What are you doing down here?” She looks

obvious.

snarl deepens and I don’t let her off the hook. “The doctor told you to stay

“I didn’t go far!”

you not

holds up a corrective finger at me. “He told me not to go up stairs.

“Ella,” I whisper between

was hungry!” she

to her, glaring. “I could have

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

around at the rather shocking amount of food gathered on the kitchen table, “feast?” “You have like six couches, Dominic,” she replies, smiling innocently up at me like a little kid who knows they

the ends of her lovely rose–gold hair. I’m starting to calm now, realizing that

a big smile and reaching for an Oreo, popping it in

She hasn’t won – not yet but…well, I can’t really resist the sight of my pregnant mate

are you even eating,” I blurt out, frowning at her selection. It’s absolutely all over the place – fried chicken, pasta salad, cakes,

bring me food. I didn’t know what I wanted. Turns out, I wanted it all.” I grimace as she takes a bite of the licorice, ripping it off with her teeth as

“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 contents of the table, grazing happily

mind doesn’t come up with much though. I’m too tired for real ideas. I sigh, running a hand down my face and rubbing my eyes with my

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

yawn. “I’m up whenever you

me so safe, but,” she pauses, biting her lip, perhaps choosing her words carefully. “You 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 turn