Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 283 – Zoom zoom

Sinclair

A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.

“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my a*sistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”

“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”

I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.

“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.

“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.” I sigh and pull myself up the stairs.

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Three days. Three days she’s had her wheelchairs and her stairlift, and while I’m pleased to see her spirits raised, it’s been a nightmare for me. Three days of watching her zoom around, crashing into every thing I own. I’ve already imagined six thousand ways this could go wrong – Ella sliding off of the stairlift and tumbling down the stairs, Ella somehow miraculously managing to run herself over with the chair, Ella crashing through the banister and flying through the air like Evil Knievel… 1

And you’d think that I was kidding, or exaggerating, but…

As I get to the top of the stairs, I turn to see her wedged, somehow, behind a potted fern in the

corner.

“How did you even…do this?” I ask, exasperated, as I walk over to her.

She gives me a bright, if embarra*sed, little smile. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just…went forward, and it was there…”

I sigh again – my three hundredth sigh of the day and lift the plant, freeing her. She zooms backwards in the wheelchair, grinding potting soil from the plant into my carpet as she goes. I sigh again. Three hundred and one.

“What are you even do-” I start, but she’s off already, waving to me as she heads down the hall towards our bedroom.

“Things to do!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. “Go back to work, I’ll catch up with you later!”

I shake my head, following her into the bedroom, eager to put a stop to this. “Ella,” I demand, striding in after her. “This has to stop – I’m going insane with worry –”

“What!” she exclaims, appalled, turning her chair in a little half circle so that she’s facing me. Why are you worried?”

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I pause, staring at her, my mouth hanging open a little with my incredulity.

“What?” she demands, frowning her pouty little mouth at me. “Tell me!”

I shake my head. “Ella, in the past three days you’ve broken hundreds of dollars‘ worth of

ceramics alone –”

waving a flippant hand. “We can buy new pots who cares

up at me. I groan again and wipe a hand down my

I continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair driver I’ve ever seen. I seriously don’t even know how you ever got a driver’s license, you are just so bad

”

“I am amazing at this! What are

plead, putting a hand on my heart. “Please, please believe me when I say this – and I love you – but you are awful at

and I can’t help but laugh with her. It’s so ridiculous. But I’m so grateful that she finally sees my point. Now I can

just jealous,” she a*serts, giving me

I don’t even know what to say. Jealousy… has not even come into the equation. “Ella, seriously,” I begin, but she

“If I were bad at this, could I do

off the ground. My stomach drops

rights itself, zooming out of

that!” I gasp, glaring

fine- this chair can’t tip

”

”

manage it,” I caution, “it’s

–

what? I’m fine.” She gives me a bright, happy smile, and I have to say it goes to my heart. It’s good to see her cheerful and engaged again. That’s why I

enough.

misery on her, could feel it in my very bones. But I could also feel her pride every morning when she sent me off to start my day. In many ways that was the one thing keeping

as little time on my work as I in

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with

me. My sweet, clever girl. How do I do this? How do I help

a hand towards her. “Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely at their

as I take a step closer to her, intending to pick her up and carry her

into her eyes.

she quips, flicking her fingers over the command board and zooming past me, right

of my grasp.

I cry, growling as I turn to watch her fly

she calls over her shoulder,

in me, despite myself, lights up at this little taunt. A growl grows inside of me as

into the hallway and to the

on the

for her Ella gives a little

make it go

has one speed: glacial. I

no you don’t,” I burst out, taking two steps down the stairs so

hard and beating her little fists playfully against

Roger below, peaking out of the office and looking up at us like we’re crazy. But I ignore him, carrying my mate definitively into the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. When she’s settled I climb onto the bed as well, settling over her but holding myself up on my elbows and my knees, effectually using my body

and wiggling disconsolately into the blankets. “Not

mate, pouting up at me with those full lips, her full breasts heaving, her rose–gold hair spilled