Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 358 – Careful, Trouble

Sinclair

Everyone’s head snaps up and towards the door as we hear the footsteps pounding down the hall towards the closed door of the conference room. I can feel the aggression fill the air – almost smell it, even as all around me hackles raise and teeth are bared at the sudden noise at what sounds like an a*sailant –

Next to me, Roger begins to raise from his seat, his eyes fixed on the door, ready to attack whatever comes through –

But instantly I grab his collar, shoving him back down into his seat. “Down!” I order, my voice ringing out with Alpha command, and heads instantly turn to me, obedient but confused-

But I just shake my head a little bit, my eyes fixed on the door. Because I know those footsteps, know their cadence. Only Ella would barrel heedlessly towards a room of wary male wolves who can’t see or smell their attacker –

But I barely have time to heave half a sigh before she bursts through the door, shouting “Dominic!”

Everyone in the room jumps to the feet, but I’m already halfway across the room to her, grabbing her out of the air as she leaps up at me, catching her in my arms and turning to snarl at my men, warning them to contain themselves –

But Ella, true to form, doesn’t even notice the fact that she scared the hell out of all of us that she almost got herself torn to ribbons –

her hands and turning it towards her. “It’s a miracle! I did it! You have to come and see!

to listen to her and look towards

wiggling wildly in her struggle to get out of my arms. You

my men are not on the edge of an attack, despite her heedless burst into the room. “What are you talking

on her feet. She instantly dashes away to where Rafe is sleeping in his carrier on the floor, grabbing it by

the fact that she hadn’t even looked around the room to see if she’s

and let Ella pull me from

back a little to put my weight in my

gleefully and pulling harder at

but not letting go of her hand so that she’s obliged, against her will, to turn back and frown at me.

and then turns fully to me to explain. “Cora

beaming up at me. “It was so easy! I just …accessed the gift! And nudged it towards his wound! And he’s fixed! And I can do it again, and again, and

I listen and I figure out what she’s saying. “What?” I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Are you are you serious, Ella?” I ask, looking sharply down the hall towards the little makeshift medical center we set up. If she’s serious

pressing herself against

at her, marveling at my

says, wrinkling her nose at me and then laughing. But suddenly she’s moving again, tugging me

before, after all, and heal herself. But seeing the glow spread from her body to another’s? Seeing a terrible, disfiguring wound knit itself together before my eyes in

time she opens her