Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 351

Chapter 351 – Keeping it in the Family

Ella

I’m the last one to the conference room – baby stuff but when I come through the door I’m very surprised to see that it’s just family gathering today.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, holding Rafe close to my chest so that he peers over my shoulder. He’s a very curious baby – he likes to look around, even though he can’t see much yet. I move over to the table where Cora, Roger, Henry, and Sinclair sit, all clearly waiting for me, all with faces which are …drawn. Concerned. And turned on me.

“What,” I breathe, freezing before I can sit down. “What’s wrong? What is it?” “Sit, Ella,” Henry says, waving to the open chair between him and Sinclair.

“No,” I say, shaking my head, the word falling out of my mouth before I can even think. “No way this looks… this looks like bad news.’

And some part of me knows that I’m being ridiculous – that it won’t be good news miraculously if I don’t hear it but still. Fear stripes through me – I really, really can’t handle more bad news now, not after the few days we’ve had. And not if it, apparently, all focuses on me.

“Ella, please,” Sinclair says, looking at me with gentle eyes and pulling the empty chair out. “I promise it’s not as bad as you think.”

“Do you all know?” I ask, going rigid.

forward towards me across the table, Roger’s hand on her back. “He just wanted us to

the chair and sitting down.” Is

me. “I’m sorry, Ella – – I may have gone about this in the wrong way. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just – it was convenient that you were last, so I told them first so that the

team who went on the mission yesterday. Some of them, I know, would be well enough to attend now, if they were wanted. ” Where are the other researchers?” I ask,

matter, Ella. Those who don’t know will be briefed soon. But I wanted to talk about

I say, drawing my lips together in a thin line. “Let’s get on with it then. What’s

him, apparently giving him permission to talk in some kind of pre- arranged pattern.

of one elbow before draping his other arm warmly over my shoulders. I feel at once calmer,

starts, and I turn my entire focus to him. “Yesterday, when we were fighting the priest, he said

clench my teeth and

magical powder allowed him to really fire bomb us, by accident, and

ask, confused. “Like

slipped on his words. Messed up. Because he said: ‘the

sitting contentedly curled in the crook of Sinclair’s arm. He’s gotten a hand free of his swaddle and is clenching it and

drawing my eyes towards

and as I talk, I know I should just shut up and listen, but I can’t help myself. “Did he mean – did the priest mean the

face to make sure I’m following along. I’m grateful for it because even though I’m not stupid, I’m panicked enough now that my mind feels like it’s in three different places

had my team working all night trying to parse this phrase, trying to figure it out. And we’ve done a great deal of research, so far, on this Monastic Cult of the God of Darkness. And never, in any of our materials both from centuries ago and today – have we ever seen any of the priests or acolytes ever refer to the God himself as ‘master.” Instead, he is always

say, my eyes going wide. I understand but I mean, I don’t get it. Not yet. Not in the same way that the rest of them do, apparently, judging by the worried looks on their faces as I

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