Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 281 – Sisters in Love

“That’s not fair, Cora,” I scold, narrowing my eyes and sitting back against my pillows as I cross my arms.

“Don’t you want it, though?” she accuses, opening her eyes wider as if she’d like to hear me deny it. “It would be very neat, wouldn’t it? Two sisters matched up with two brothers? Our kids would be so close – they wouldn’t even have another set of cousins!”

“I think that sounds amazing!” I exclaim.

“Ella!” she cries, throwing up her hands. “There can’t be any kids!”

My mouth drops open as my mind whirls and Cora glares at me as I start to put my thoughts together. To begin, Cora,” I say, holding up a finger and beginning my argument. I feel, in this moment, that my hours of television post–hospital have benefitted me here – I’ve watched a lot of law dramas, and I lay out my argument like any lawyer in a court room. “Do you even want kids? Because ever since we left the orphanage, I was always the one who was crazy to be a mom, and you were always interested in building your career

“What,” she snaps, crossing her arms, “just because I have a career means I don’t want kids?

I take a deep breath through my nose. She’s really starting to piss me off now, like a real sister which, of course, she always has been. “Obviously I don’t think that, Cora, and you’re doing me a real discredit by suggesting that I would. I’m just pointing out that it’s never seemed like children were at the top of your list of life desires! But now you’re using it as a reason to break up with Roger!?”

“There’s nothing to break up! We weren’t even going out!” She blurts out, frustrated and defensive. I just shake my head at her, waiting until she looks at me again, which she does after a moment of breathing deeply and pulling herself together.

“Even if you weren’t officially dating, Cora,” I continue. “You know that there was something between you. That there is something between you! Something big. Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to pretend that there wasn’t.”

Cora sighs, folding her hands in her lap and looking down at them. I wait, my patience running thin.

“All right, Ella,” she murmurs, still not meeting my eyes. “There is something there. Of course there is Roger he makes me…”

her. She looks up at me then, tears in her eyes. “I just don’t know what future there is with us. And I’m scared to…to

children?”

I say in a hurry, shaking my head at her in wonder. “If you’re so against dating a werewolf because of your biological differences, then why are

drops open

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1 demand,

raising her hand to her mouth and shaking her head at me, a little good-

not – he’s a wolf–he is a wolf doctor, he knows all about wolf

on the bed and

mate who I didn’t hear approaching the room “You didn’t know?” Sinclait asks, leaning against the door

between the two of them, apparently unable to come up with any other exclamation

me a fond look. I turn a little red with embarra*sment and throw pillows at both of them. “Stop laughing at me! How was

you have like, extra senses that are able to tell you these sorts of things?” she asks, smiling

and looking bashfully at Sinclair. “But seriously, if he’s human, why does he know so

me anymore. She let him in on the secret and he was fascinated.

worth of study and toil that it takes to become a doctor. It’s not that we’re stupid or lazy,” he shrugs, “just we tend to be drawn to more physically

my mind drifting towards my baby. Does this mean he’s going to be a jock? I was kind of hoping he’d be a nice quiet nerd,

to get fertility treatment, I had to go to a human sperm bank. It’s a lucrative field, if you can break into it and are quite good at the work. And if, like Hank, you can learn the culture enough to communicate effectively with your clientele. It was helpful to me, when you were ill, that he

I say, glancing at him a little ruefully. “Sounds like everyone is team Hank now except

frowns and straightens up. “You don’t like Hank? Did he do

a hand and stopping him from chasing the poor man down and baring his fangs to demand what the he did to offend me. “He’s fine. I’m just.” I sigh, and tip my head back, staring at the ceiling. “I was just rooting for someone else.” I give Cora

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a prim little shrug. “In this case, it doesn’t matter who you root for, because I’m the referee. And I don’t listen to the