Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 422 – Wedding prep

Cora

“Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rim ming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears

“You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little cartoon character, standing there, completely undone by the sight of me in a wedding gown.

“Ells!” I laugh, taking a few steps towards her and reaching out my hands. “You can’t do this for every new dress!”

“But you look so differently beautiful in each one!” she shouts, and then a s ob breaks from her and she burries her face in her hands, letting loose. I burst into laughter at this, raising my own hands to my cheeks and taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” she cries and I just shake my head, pulling my hands away and smiling as I turn to look at myself in the mirror.

I mean, she’s not wrong – I look da mn good in this sparkling white gown that hugs my body all the way to the floor and then spreads out behind me in a beautiful beaded train. But honestly – Ella is so much more sentimental than me. She has gotten choked up at every single one I’ve tried on so far – and they’re all beautiful but …I’m just not having the same reaction as she is.

“You don’t like it?” she gasps, scurrying to my side and meeting my eyes in the mirror. “But Cora – you look amazing – you look so romantic-

“I know, Ella!” I say, turning and putting a hand on her shoulder. “But I think the problem is that I’m not I’m not very romantic! You are, for sure, but-”

“Ohhh,” she says, frowning and swatting my hand away, “you are too romantic. You confessed your love for Roger in a rain storm! He swept you off your feet and carried you inside! You – ”

“Okay,” I say, raising my hands as I give in, “I will admit that that part of our story is romantic – ”

“And you conceived your little baby that very night!”

– I’ve never, ever been the girl who thinks about her wedding day, or what her first dance would be. This

then why do you care if we do it?” she asks, wiping away her tears. ” Why

mirror. My wolf raises her sleepy head inside me and gives a little yip of confirmation, making my smile deepen. I run a me ntal hand over her fur, letting her know not to worry

her head on my shoulder as we both stare at me in the

turning and admiring the way the dress hugs

a little, throwing her arms around my shoulders. “See! You do

her. “I always liked

Just in case. And… maybe the ballgown too?” She gives me a big grin in the mirror, because I know that one

I say with a sigh and a shrug. “It’s on the Sinclair dime

bankrupt ’em” Ella says, grinning and hopping away from me to move towards one of the poor stylists in the corner who has had to put up with her new queen’s hysterics while watching me try on twenty gowns. But while

this…this just isn’t

to do. Before Ella can come back, I slip behind the little dressing screen and take off the dress, folding it carefully and putting on the outfit that I came in. When I come out one of the stylists comes over to

over at Ella, who is still consulting. “Can you have this one sent to me, at my house? And…not tell

woman says, hesitant, because she knows it’s Ella paying not

“And if she gives you any heat about it, you can tell her it was me. I promise it will be all right, but…could you please do this?

lets out a sharp breath and smiles at

head, I go to give my sister

with exhaustion when he comes through the door that night. He hangs his head as he presses the door shut and takes a deep breath, clearly transitioning from

suddenly feel very, very guilty and take a step back, trying to like…melt into the shadows

his wolf hearing – instantly snaps his head

sees me standing in the living room, fully dressed with my shoes on, standing

up with an excuse. Because he’s so tired we don’t have to do