Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 403 – An Angry King Ella

“Oh, Ella,” Cora sighs, her shoulders slumping as she sees my reaction to her words. She strides over to me and wraps me in a big hug. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs into my hair, “I shouldn’t have said it like that.” “No,” I sniff, you’re right – I should have listened – ”

“It’s okay. You didso goodby her,” Cora says, loosening her grip and turning me towards the little girl asleep in her bed. “She wasn’t going to make it, Ella,” Cora whispers as we look down at the girl. “Not even a few more days maybe not even through the night. And look at her now.”

Tears are streaming freely down my cheeks now. “She’s perfect,” I murmur, and Cora nods.

“So, you did a good thing,” she sighs, wiping at my tears in her own brusk way, “but we still haveworkto do. All right?”

“Named Philip.” “A sweet little boy!” I gasp, and then I bury my face in my hands and

have a home, Sinclair will…” “If you go home tonight and ask Sinclair to adopt all these kids,” she

she laughs, giving me a little push between the shoulder blades to keep me

steadily, trying to put my motherly impulse to save and keep and raiseallthe children away, though it is very difficult. We don’t have far to go, but as we walk

think, baby,” I murmur to Rafe, looking down and watching him sleep, warmth crawling through me and chasing away my sadness as I look down into

so it’s just me and Rafe in the car with him.

I say, leaning forward curiously. “So thereisa

not really knowing what to say. “I should what?” he asks, curious. “Well, I know that you’re part of the military,” say, taking my hand away and twisting my fingers together anxiously, “and I know that you probably have all sorts of ambitions there, but…well, if you’d like to be part of my team, even just

think about it, Luna,” he says, meeting my eyes with a very genuine smile. “I promise I

swipes a card from his pocket and, when it reaches the second floor, I’m very surprised to find us in the hallway where my personal rooms are. “Oh,” I say, my eyebrows arching almost to my hairline. “Well, that’s terribly convenient, isn’t it?” “Only the best for our Queen,” Conner says, gesturing forward so that I can step out ahead of him. I smile at him and do so, but frown and turn when he stays in the elevator. “You aren’t coming?” Nah,” he says, smiling at me and

at myself – ofcourse. What was I thinking, that he was going to come and hang out with me and Sinclair? I wave goodbye to him and wish him

already that Sinclair is mad. Frowning, I close the door behind me, looking towards where he sits at his new desk by the window, already glowering at me with his arms crossed. “What is it?” I ask,

darkness outside the window. “You were goneall day- and while I

at him and passing the baby over to the arms he holds out, silently asking for him. “I