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.

looks up at me from his casual position on the bed – looking down at his tablet, still doing work, as usual –

strapped sleeping to my chest. I put my hands

unfolding his gigantic self and standing up from 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 mated to someone who

gasp when I see myself in the mirror. “Oh my go d,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look at the very real layer of dusty dark brown grime that’s covering me from

mirror – him the perfect Alpha King, clean-sha ved and pressed –

my go d!” I exclaim again, immediately beginning to ruffle his hair and moaning as a little puff of dust explodes into the air. “Ohhh, little baby! Mommy’s

dirt won’t hurt him,” Sinclair chuckles, reaching out to unstrap the baby from me.

murmur, helping him take the baby from my arms. “Honestly, if this is what we

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

he’s away from the warmth of my body, starts to cry

take him and let him sleep dirty honestly, I can’t stand to hear him cry like that

down in his bath. “Let him cry a little for once he’s the happiest baby in the world, it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong.” Then,

the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time they’re clean.

turns on the warm water and prepares to

it is, seeing them together, before I turn and start the water in the shower for

my shoulder, starting to

” But yeah, Roger told

I ask, turning to see his reaction, and Sinclair shoots me a little look

not

what I mean I know that you’d never

father know his protest, but my heart swells with the patience I see in my mate

from the shower at