Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 421- Bath Time

Ella

“Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way – ”

“Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”

“I want you to have the mating ceremony you want, Cora,” I reply, steady in my truth here. “Especially in the case of something as important as this.” I give her hand a little squeeze before pulling mine away. “But if you’d like to consider a middle path…maybe you could let me show you what I was thinking?”

She turns her head to look up at me, surprised. “You’ve been…planning?”

“Just a little,” I say, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Just late at night when Sinclair is asleep and I can’t sleep, or I get up to feed Rafe – ”

“You’ve been loosing sleep over this!?”

“No!” I protest, but then I hesitate. ” Well, not much.”

“Ella!”

“Just – can I show you what I was thinking!?” I plead, “sister to sister!? And then, if you hate it, you can say no.” A wide grin comes to my face then. “But I think you’re going to like it.”

Cora gives a big sigh, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes. ” Fine, Ella,” she says. “But this is not a yes.”

“I didn’t think it was!” I say, newly excited. Because honestly…it’s gorgeous, and I can’t wait to show her my plans.

into our rooms that evening, Sinclair immediately looks up at me from his casual position on

frowning, my baby strapped sleeping to my chest. I put my hands on my hips. “What’s so

the bed. Then he slips his hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down. “I just didn’t realize I was

go d,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good

to stand behind me. I groan when I see our contrast in the mirror – him the perfect Alpha King, clean-sha ved and pressed – and me,

who is likewise covered in a light layer of brown dust. “Oh my go d!” I exclaim again, immediately

dirt won’t hurt him,” Sinclair chuckles, reaching out to unstrap

arms. “Honestly, if this is what

to it,” he replies, holding the baby away from him a little as he carries him over to his little baby bath. “Hopefully all of the people will be out of those terrible camps and in better situation in a month’s time, though of course some

a little now that he’s away from the warmth

if I should just take him and let him sleep dirty honestly, I can’t stand to hear him cry

down in his bath. “Let him cry a little for once he’s the happiest baby in the world, it doesn’t

of baby clothing disappear into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time

on the warm water and prepares to start bathing him. Rafe still fusses unhappily but reaches for his

start the water in the shower for myself. I continue talking to Sinclair as I climb into the hot stream,

call over my shoulder, starting to shampoo my hair. “I don’t think she’s

yeah, Roger told me

you mad?” I ask, turning to see his reaction, and Sinclair shoots me a little look of

not mad,

the shampoo from my hair. “That’s not what I mean I know that you’d never be mad at them for wanting a different kind of mating ceremony. But…does it mess up your plans at all? For

baby, making soft, warm noises to little Rafe as he does. Rafe, tired, lets his father know his protest, but my heart swells with the patience I see in my mate as he

and flick a little water from the shower at