Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 309 – the Note

Ella

I sigh and spreads my body out against Sinclair’s, tracing the lines of his body beneath his clothes. I close my eyes, relaxing, letting myself feel the warmth of him, basking in the joy of having him safe and healthy and near, of the knowledge that our baby boy is asleep on the other side of the room.

“You do agree with me though, right?” I ask quietly. “All jokes aside?”

Sinclair takes a minute to consider and then he nods, his eyes still closed. “I think they should sort it out themselves,” he answers quietly. “But I agree, Ella – if he’s not willing to take her whether or not she can give him children…he should let her find someone who will.”

“Thank you, Dominic,” I respond, my voice barely audible, sending a little pulse of sincere gratitude down our bond. He sends love back.

And then we both relax, our bodies falling into a deeper rhythm of breathing that carries us near sleep.

Sleep that’s interrupted, suddenly, by the sound of the doorbell below.

I groan, pulling my head up off of Sinclair’s chest. “Who the hell could that be.”

“Probably someone who forgot a purse. Or a shoe. Or…whatever,” Sinclair mutters, working to

sit

1. up. I rise too, letting him up, smiling at my sleepy mate who is so tired that his words aren’t making much sense.

He sighs, rising to his feet, and I get up with him.

“Stay,” he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, nodding back to the bed.

“No,” I sigh. “I’ll come with you. It’s probably for me, anyway. A package or something.” I’m rueful, suddenly, that we’ve let all of the staff have the day off after the long night. It would be nice to have someone else to answer the door…

…but then I realize that that’s horribly selfish and privileged, and I take my mate’s hand, tugging him towards the door and grabbing the baby monitor on the way, switching it on. Who have I become, really, that I’m turning my nose up at having to answer my own door?

Considering some of the conditions I’ve lived in previously in my life, I should be thanking my lucky stars that I even have a door.

Frustrated with myself, I hurry down the stairs, Sinclair following steadily behind.

look around, and then down at the doormat, where there’s a little

to pick it up, the

in my left hand.

as

before pulling the door shut,

addressed to anyone?” he asks quietly,

step. Quickly, I turn the

my finger beneath the seal when

his voice harsh with worry.

—

looking up at him,

head at me. “I just…it’s strange. Let’s…treat it carefully. All

out and I place the letter

“Come on,

heading for the kitchen. I follow eagerly, desperate to know, a little knot of anxiety forming in

against the door of the pantry. “Stay here,” he murmurs, still looking down at the letter, and then

baby monitor

((

butcher block and grabs a knife, moving

make light of it – hoping, needing him to be overreacting right now

just slowly finishes slicing the seal. When nothing

me absolutely on edge. My heart is racing

hand to keep me back. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he steps closer to the envelope, holding it carefully in his hands and turning it upside down, shaking

paper with his knife, flipping it over, making sure there’s nothing

just a note,” he says, looking over to me,

to his side.

my

little bit and flips open the note, revealing a hurried scrawl of

the blood draining from my face as I

– but I had to do

him for

–

who made him, who planned for him