Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 411 – The Writer Ella

“Nah,” I say, leaning in to stroke a hand over Benny’s hair, “I can’t shift right now now. I have to go and help some other kids.”

Still suspicious, the boy takes his hand from mine and crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me your name. When my mom comes back, I’ll ask her to look you up on the internet. Then we’ll know whether or not you’re a wolf.”

Laughing, I tell him my name, and then I look around the tent. “Where is your mom, anyway?” I ask. “I’d like to meet her.”

The little boy is quiet for a moment and then he shrugs. “She’ll be back any minute.”

“Oh,” I say, and then I feel my heart ache a little bit inside of me, though I do my very best to keep my voice cheerful. “Did she just step away? When’s the last time you saw her?”

“Coupla days,” Benny murmurs, looking down at his blankets for a second. I glance up at Isabel, who has come close and was listening. She grimaces and then nods, confirming my suspicions. This little boy hasn’t seen his mother for a long, long time.

“Okay,” I say, reaching out and stroking a hand over his hair. “I’m going to do some work, okay? But I’ll come back and visit you in a little bit, all right, kiddo?”

“Okay!” he replies, instantly cheerful and smiling up at me. “Will you turn into your wolf then?”

“We’ll see,” I reply, laughing and giving him a wink. Then he waves to me as I stand up and move to Conner to instantly take Rafe into my own arms, hugging my baby close and passing him all of the love I have in my heart down the bond to him.

Because I honestly feel as if I could spend the rest of the day crying if I allow myself to think too hard about Benny, who was just quietly suffocating in his bed while he waited for his mother to come back.

Hank catches my eye and comes closer, glancing at Benny as he does.

“Will he survive?” I murmur, pitching my voice low enough so that the boy can’t hear me.

“After what you just did, Ella?” Hank asks. “Yeah. He’s going to make it. But he needs more than just medical help,” Hank continues. “You know that.”

“I do know that Hank,” I reply, and then I look sharply at Theo. “I need you to text Sinclair,” I say, my voice taking on more of Sinclair’s command than I’ve ever heard it do before. “Tell him we need to triple everything. Or more, if we can. All of the medical aid that’s being sent to these people, and the social workers, and…and everything. All right? Tell him I said immediately.”

I say. My eyes return to Hank, though I’m very surprised

says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Look who’s just become a

to look around

and guiding me towards the next patient. “The perk is being able to do this. And to order

get back to work, seating myself in the waiting chair next to a little girl with cuts and bruises all over her

already working here to

the tent, I am pleased with the day’s work – we’ve helped dozens of children, and even brought some back from a very dark place. I look around the room, exhaling a satisfied breath, but I blink when I notice a very real change

the adults – had shrunk away from my team, and had barely noticed me. I am, after all, the smallest person here and had a baby strapped to my chest. The people had watched our every movement with narrow, suspicious eyes, always

a long

as I move through the tent. I blush a little and duck my head, tucking my hair behind my ear

asks, noticing my sudden change in

me,’ murmur, feeling awkward. I Cora looks around and then laughs. What, did you not expect all of the

powers,” I say, scoffing a little.

again. “I mean, do you need me to start

didn’t,” I say loftily, laughing a little. “But still,” I say, dropping my voice and stepping closer to

my cheek with a sigh. ”

then I glare at her a little. “Well, you’re a weird hybrid soon-to-be wolf mom who is probably like, a du chess or something, once Sinclair gets all the titles

doctor,” Cora says, giving me a wink and moving forward on to the next

won’t!” I sigh, following after her. ” Because you sure as hell

then sit down in the chair waiting by the bed of my next patient – the one I’ve been told is the last one

brightly, looking at the little girl – probably about eight years old and then up at the woman who is 1 probably her mother, though she looks a bit young for it. Still, by the affinity between them – both with long, dark brown hair and pale skin – I know that they’re family. “My name is Ella. I’ve

little girl murmurs, moving her hands to her stomach and frowning. “I am

Cora, who nods to me. They’ve briefed me, of course – the girl isn’t just sick, she’s got some kind of bacterial infection that’s increased to the point where it’s threatening the health of her inner org ans. Still, I like to check in with my patients before

hers in it. The girl hesitates, but I just leave my open palm there in case she changes her mind. ” I’m going to

I note that she’s staring at me