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 –”

she mutters, waving a flippant hand. “We can buy new pots who cares about

gaze up at me. I groan again and wipe a hand down my face, trying to figure out how to say this. “Sweetheart, you know

her eyes at me, sensing a “but” coming. I oblige her. But,” I continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair

”

at this! What are you

I say this – and I love you – but you are awful

with her. It’s so ridiculous. But I’m so grateful that she finally sees my point. Now I can convince her to give up

she a*serts, giving me a clever,

to say. Jealousy… has not even come into the equation. “Ella, seriously,” I begin, but

I were bad at this,

her chair then in a quick circle that lifts one of the chair’s wheels off the ground. My stomach drops as I lurch forward, desperate to keep her from tipping over,

rights itself,

that!” I gasp, glaring

this chair can’t tip over, it’s

”

”

I caution,

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you’re being just a little overprotective? I mean, sure, I get stuck behind a potted plant or two.” She shrugs. “So 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 let this go on

enough.

feel her pride every morning when she sent me off to start my day. In many ways that was the one thing keeping her together – the idea that she was doing this for

time on my work as I in

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my time curled up with her, my troublesome little rose–gold

up at me. My sweet, clever girl. How do I do this? How do I help her find the balance between misery and

calmly, putting out a hand towards her. “Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely

for a moment, tapping her chin as I take a step closer to her, intending to pick

into her eyes.

she quips, flicking her fingers over the command board

of my grasp.

to watch her fly

want to stop me,” she calls over her shoulder,

this little taunt. A

hallway and to the top of the stairs where

herself on the stairlift, buckling

she sees me coming for her Ella gives a little half scream, half cry

to make it go faster.

glacial.

taking two steps down the stairs so that I’m

hard and beating her little

see 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 as

poking me in the chest and wiggling disconsolately into the blankets.

help it. Looking down at my gorgeous mate, pouting up at me with those full lips, her full breasts heaving, her