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.

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

god,” I whisper, slowly moving to the chair and sitting down.”

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 focus could be

went on the mission yesterday. Some of them, I know, would be well enough to

Ella. Those who don’t know will be briefed soon. But I wanted to talk about this together, with the main parties involved.” Henry’s eyes

I say, drawing my lips together in a thin line. “Let’s get

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

tension, the baby starts to fuss, and Sinclair takes him from me tucking Rafe into the crook of one elbow before draping

I turn my entire focus to him.

anything, just clench my teeth and stare at him, willing

got to whatever…I don’t know, whatever magical powder allowed him to really fire bomb us, by accident, and when

I ask, confused.

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

his boy,” I repeat, glancing down at Rafe sitting contentedly curled in the crook of Sinclair’s arm. He’s gotten a hand free of his swaddle and is clenching it and opening it, apparently fascinated by the movement of his fingers. “Do you are we a*suming that

Henry confirms, drawing my

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

following along. I’m grateful for it because

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.”

that the rest of them do, apparently, judging by the worried looks on their faces as I look

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