Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 276-Ella Gets Hungry

Sinclair

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?”

me like a wave. “What are you doing down here?” She looks up

obvious.

off the hook. “The doctor told you to stay in bed

“I didn’t go far!”

you not to go down

to go up stairs. And I slid down on my butt to be extra

head back and pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,” I whisper between my clenched teeth. “You

was hungry!” she

have gotten you

1/2

shakes her

me like a little kid who knows they can get out of trouble if they’re cute enough. Damn it, but it works. Just a little. “I’d have napped on

you had it all planned out?” 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 panic, while not precisely misplaced, hadn’t come to the dark

and reaching for an Oreo, popping it in

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

selection. It’s absolutely all over the place – fried chicken, pasta salad, cakes, wasabi–dipped peanuts, even a bowl

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 she turns a

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 contents of the table, grazing happily on whatever her body tells her

ideas. I sigh, running a hand down my face and

worried face. “See?” she insists, shaking her head and studying my tired face. “I was

murmur, fighting a yawn. “I’m up whenever you

carefully. “You have more then me on your plate now – more