Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 35

Chapter 35 – Dinner with Cora

Ella

“I swear, Cora.” I groan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m in so far over my head it’s ridiculous.”

“You’re doing fine!” Cora insists, despite the fact that she doesn’t have any idea how things are actually going. “I mean a month ago you didn’t even know this world existed.”

“How did you keep it quiet for so long?” I inquire.

“I didn’t have a choice.” Cora admits, “I didn’t even believe it at first. It took me a lot longer to come to terms with it than it took you, believe me. I mean I could see it through my microscope, I could see the molecular evidence, but…” She trails off, shaking her head about just how deep her denial had run. “I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I always thought magic was nonsense – it actually shook my belief in science for a minute there.”

I appreciate her consolation more than I can express. I’ve felt so alone in all this, it’s wonderful to know I’m not the only one who struggled this way. “I think it helps that I’ve been completely immersed in it.” I reason. “You have no idea how much better I feel just being out with you – away from all that. I mean honestly, it feels as though I’ve been living underwater or something. Like I’m learning how to survive without air because there’s no other option, and I don’t even realize how odd it is until I surface again and remember what breathing is.” I explain. “Not to mention Sinclair. He’s confusing me so much. It’s like I’m a teenager again and he’s my first crush.”

“Maybe it’s just the baby,” Cora suggests, “it wants to be near him.”

“I suppose.” I concede, “but I still don’t understand how any of this is possible. I mean the shifters are one thing – but how can I be pregnant by one?”

“I don’t know.” Cora sighs, “I mean their society has always been hidden for their own protection. A few humans like me are allowed to know, and I expect a few have fallen in love at some point or another, but I’ve never heard of anyone cross breeding. It shouldn’t be possible.” She shakes her head. “Your baby really is a miracle, Elle.”

“Don’t I know it.” I grin. “I have to focus on that. I have to focus on the baby, rather than him.”

“Is it really that bad?” Cora presses.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m losing it, and I can’t figure out if he reciprocates the feelings, or if it’s all in my head. And then there’s all this stuff with his former mate. It’s all such a mess.”

“Do you trust him?” Cora probes gently, squeezing my hand across the table.

like there’s a rock sitting in the bottom of my stomach as I consider this question. “I made the mistake of trusting one man – after everything that happened to us when we were growing up, I actually fell for Mike’s lies. I knew better and I let my guard down. I’ll never forgive myself for putting myself in that situation,

undiluted pity that I pull my hand away. “Please don’t look

Ella.” She declares firmly. “Mike was

I was. I’m at least partly responsible for not seeing through his bul ls hit. There were red flags and

the older we get, the more I realize just how much you shielded me from when we were kids. You let yourself be hurt so that I and the other little ones wouldn’t be, and now you carry the weight of that trauma while we get

warmth for her. “You know I wouldn’t change that for the world, Cora. I would so much

to make such a

able to relax. But I’m terrified of him losing. If the Prince wins I really think he might come after my baby… maybe it

strong enough to lay a

their own maybe not.” I agree,

“The word around the office is that you’ve

that I can barely go anywhere without camera

it definitely sounds like you need a night off.” Cora declared mischievously. “We should go out! Just

to,” I sigh, “but if we want to go out without an entire entourage we’ll have to

arches her brows. “Sinclair is

me crazy. I mean about eleven different people have explained to me about male wolves with a breeding mate. I guess the pup is enough and

be safe

fact, we won’t go anywhere

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of doing it myself. I’m trying to keep

what you’re thinking.” He smirks after a

“Do you?” I quip.

you can do this yourself.” He grins, “but I like doing it for you and I’ve been so busy that last few days that this is one of the only times I get to spend with you

when he’s scent marking me every

the holidays. It’s the craziest time of year.” Sinclair explains, frowning at the reading on the little screen. “Your pressure

that you might be what’s stressing me out?” I suggest, the words slipping

reaching up to stroke my cheek. “Hmm, your heart does

stress.” I supply, instantly regretting the direction of