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.

came in,” Cora replies, leaning forward towards me across the table, Roger’s hand on her back. “He just wanted us to be prepared, so

sitting down.” Is it me?” I ask. “Did I did I do

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

I ask, looking around again for the members of 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

talk about this together, with the main

thin line. “Let’s get on with

to talk in some kind of pre- arranged pattern. This, contrary to what they wanted, somehow makes me more

from me tucking Rafe into the crook of one elbow before draping his other arm warmly over my shoulders. I feel at once calmer, and start to wonder – ridiculously if Sinclair isn’t just the baby whisperer,

to him. “Yesterday,

don’t say anything, just clench my teeth and stare at him,

him pinned – he only got to whatever…I don’t know, whatever magical powder allowed him to really fire bomb us, by accident, and when he realized that he was going

ask, confused. “Like on

little at his inability to be clear. “I mean, slipped on his words. Messed up. Because he said: ‘the master will

I repeat, glancing down at Rafe sitting contentedly curled in the crook of Sinclair’s arm. He’s gotten a hand free of

drawing my eyes

the master,” I say – and as I talk, I know I should just shut up and listen, but I can’t help myself. “Did he

I’m following along. I’m grateful for

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

it. Not yet. Not in the same way that the rest of

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