Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 462- Rampage

Ella

“Ella,” my mate growls as my tears start to subside a little bit. And I look up at him with a sniff, into his face that is terribly dark with his anger. His whole body is shaking – not trembling like mine was, but honestly shaking as if he’s trying very, very hard to hold himself back.

“You need to tell me, right now,” Sinclair continues, his voice thick with the effort of not bursting from the room and hunting down the Prince, ” what the hell just happened. I need to know whether or not I need to go murder someone.”

A dark little laugh bursts from me at this – at the casual way my gorgeous mate threatens murder – and his growl intensifies because he is perfectly serious. Hastily I shake my head no as I look up at him.

“No, Dominic,” I say, doing my best to pull myself together and stand up straight. “It’s not like that – it’s…” and I sigh, my eyes going wide. “I mean, it’s a lot – but he didn’t do anything really bad.”

To my surprise, Dominic snarls, his head whipping towards the door.

“Dominic, I just said that – ”

“You said not really bad,” he snaps, implying that he did something bad.”

I reach a hand up now and place it on his cheek, something about Sinclair losing his temper allowing me to fortify myself, to pull myself together for both of us. “I’m going to need you to contain all of this,” I say quietly, making him look at me. “Because you are not going to like what I have to say. But you have to hear it.”

“Please, Ella,” he murmurs, dropping his arms from their tight place around me and taking my face in his hands. ” You’re killing me. Please, please tell me what is going on.”

“Not until you promise not to murder anyone,” I say, dead serious.

And he sighs, but then he nods, agreeing to my terms.

And then I take my mate’s hand and I lead him over to the bed. I take a moment just the briefest one peer into my baby’s crib, my heart filling with joy at the sight of my sweet, darling baby boy. I send him a very tiny pulse of happiness and joy down the bond, hoping it gives him sweet dreams, and then I turn to my bed, and I pull back the covers, and I kick off my shoes and climb in fully dressed. to

the hell?” Sinclair asks.

I sigh, reaching for him. “Come on bed is…it’s where we are

crawling over me to get to his side of the bed and then

the top of my head, and I smile at the nickname, because it lets me know that he’s in a

I do as my mate

and I don’t

moment I saw him, about the pulses of energy between us whenever we touched. I tell him about the genuine friendship I feel for the man and our instant connection – how it feels, immediately, like talking to an old

my arms closer around him not only because I’m grateful for him, but also because I think he needs it, needs to feel my body close

I finally tell him Calvin’s last

he

in fear as he pulls himself from my arms and throws himself out of bed, his chest heaving, his eyes on the

that are pulsing from Sinclair at this moment, but I can’t even look over at

reaching for him, ” don’t

his body start to shift as he loses control, his shoulders hunching, his nails

“He didn’t -”

wolf and sprints for the door.

I’m alone, my jaw hanging open, sitting in bed in my black gown as my baby screams in the crib next to

pull myself together as I stare at the open door to the bright hallway,

there hunting a Prince,

my head towards my child, who still screams with fear and shock and sadness, and

him lightly as I move to the door, pushing it shut

to talk this through with him, and

as I look down at my child, and I stare at his poor crying face, I force

may think he’s found his mate, and Sinclair might be rightly flipping out because he thinks someone tried to