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?”

to her side, relief washing through me like a wave. “What are you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her

obvious.

I don’t let her off the hook. “The doctor

“I didn’t go far!”

you not to go

me. “He told me not to go up stairs. And I slid down on my butt to be

groan, throwing my head back and pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,” I

hungry!” she

“I could have gotten you food!

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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 a trip to

anger fading but still not erased, “would you have gotten back upstairs? After your…” “I stare 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

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

quips, giving me a big smile and

can’t help laughing 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 sight of my pregnant mate happy,

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

grimace as she takes a bite of the licorice, ripping it off with her

into the pantry like a mouse. We’ll just make sure you have a better selection upstairs. Maybe we

running a hand down my face and rubbing my eyes with my thumb

little “oh,” putting her hand on my shoulder. I open my eyes and look at her worried face. “See?” she insists, shaking her head and studying my tired face. “I was right – you needed the sleep – you shouldn’t be up, Dominic – you’re

a yawn.

head at me. “Dominic, your dedication to me means everything, you keep 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