Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 295 – Morning in the Palace

Ella

I groan when I wake up, but I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. I feel like I just closed them ten minutes ago anyway – my poor eyeballs need more rest.

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Instead, I take a moment to feel my body from the inside out, to check in with myself and see what hurts, what feels good. I’m surprised to find that I can feel remnants of my mother’s gift running through me – what feels like little sparkling tendrils of sunlight, working through my limbs, perhaps healing me. I smile to think of it, smile to think of my mother giving me something that lasts after so many years of her absence.

She is a mother goddess, after all the mother to us all, not just me. But still, as my actual mother, it feels nice to finally have…a piece of her.

I hear my little baby give a little cry and my eyes fly open, searching for him. I sit up in bed, a hand going to my head, and look blearily around..My eyes are drawn instantly – unsurprisingly – to the huge werewolf standing across the room, bouncing a little bundle of blankets in his arm. I smile at my mate’s turned back and quickly climb out of bed, moving towards him.

Sinclair hears me coming and quietly turns, our little boy still fussing a little in his arms.

“Has he been like this long?” I ask, yawning, reaching for my child. Sinclair transfers him into my arms and I feel a quick rushing thrill at the feel of my baby returned to me.

“No,” Sinclair replies with a smile. “He’s been sleeping well – he just started crying now. Do you think he’s hungry?”

I shrug and look up at him. “Probably. I know I am.”

Together we carry Rafe back to the bed and I climb in, rearranging my top so that Rafe can try to eat. Sinclair quietly watches as I work and I let out a little sigh of relief when Rafe quickly latches and begins to suck. I watch him for a moment, instinctually doing a little check on our bond and receiving a little push of happiness and satisfaction back from him.

begin to

a bond with him?”

easily, his eyes still on

father?” I press

between parents and their children fades a bit.

heart breaks a little bit at this news and Sinclair clicks his tongue and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek when he sees tears fill

want to lose my bond with my child,” I say, my voice trembling. “I can’t bear the

–

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Rafe will always be tied, just in different ways. Besides, when he grows up and meets his own mate, do you really want to be feeling what he’s feeling?” Sinclair raises his

little baby. “No mates for you, Rafe,” I

he’s a big hulking teenage wolf stinking up

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for him anyway.” “All right,” Sinclair murmurs, shifting his position on the bed and coming to lay next to me, closing his eyes. “Whatever you say, trouble.” I smile at him, watching him

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my baby pressed warm against my chest – I begin to drift off into a little half–daze as well. About an hour later, though, a little knock comes at the door, waking me. I hesitate and stand, not knowing what to expect, but as I move towards the door

cheerful, stopping in the middle of

in the bed. “How are you, Ella?” he asks, curious. He

well, I think.” I reply, heaving a big yawn. “He’s been surprisingly

is outside waiting – are you ready

agree to meet Hank at the palace entrance in a few minutes, after I wake Sinclair. He nods and goes out to let the guards and paramedics know the plan. Then, I move