Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 101

Chapter 101 – The Princess is Dead

Ella

Once it became clear that Lydia wasn’t going to be the solution to our problems, I decided it was time

to call in some backup. I trust Sinclair to take finding a new Luna seriously, but I also know he doesn’t

have the time. Between running the pack, the campaign, and taking care of me, there’s no room in his

life to go out hunting for a mate. I, on the other hand, have nothing but time. Bed rest sounds like a

nice, relaxing time, but all it really means is that the world is falling apart around me and I’m not allowed

to do anything but lie around and get fat.

So I invite Roger and Henry over for a visit, with two main objectives in mind. First, it’s long past time

that I come clean to Sinclair’s father about my true identity. Second, if anyone can be trusted to help

me wingwoman the father of my child, it’s his father and his brother.

I persuade one of my faithful guards to carry me downstairs just before lunchtime, settling in the main

sitting room in anticipation of my visitors. Roger and Henry arrive shortly afterwards, walking – or in

Henry’s case, wheeling – in with wide smiles on their faces. I start to get up, but they both immediately

protest. “No, don’t move, we’ll come to you.” Roger promises.

“Poor darling,” Henry commiserates beside him, “we ought to get you some wheels so you can be

mobile even on bed rest.”

I hug them both, laughing at Henry’s suggestion. “I’d like that, but somehow I think your son would think

it’s too much excitement.”

“You may have a point there.” The older man concedes with a knowing look, “I do lead a very exciting

life – rolling around an empty house all day, just waiting for my friends to retire so I can have a social

life outside of evening poker games.”

“Henry!” I exclaim, sitting up in excitement. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before – if we’re both

stuck at home all day, we might as well spend the time together! I need company, you need company,

and Sinclair would probably love the idea of me having another babysitter – the bossy bastard.”

Roger laughs, and Henry is smiling, but it’s a hesitant look, as if he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“Oh now, I’m sure you don’t want to spend all day long with an old man.”

“Henry, I would love to spend more time with you – I mean, full disclosure: I’m so bored and restless

that I’d probably take the company of a serial killer about now, but you are a much more preferable

alternative.” I declare wryly.

They both chuckle, “You hear that dad? You beat out the homicidal maniacs!” Roger congratulates him.

Henry is looking less uncertain now, and his smile is verging on a beam. “Really?”

“Of course!” I insist, only hesitating when I remember the reason I’ve asked him over today. “That is…

a*suming you want to spend time with me.”

“Ella, of course I want to! How could you think I wouldn’t want to get to know my new daughter better?

Don’t you know fathers exist to spoil their pups and grandpups?” Henry offers gamely. The smile slips

from my face at his words, and suddenly I’m fighting back tears. Henry looks confused for a moment,

before a guilty expression identical to the one Sinclair sometimes dons takes over his features. “Oh

Ella, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, it’s not that.” I sniffle, knowing he a*sumes I’m hurt because I’m an orphan and don’t have any

experience with fathers. “It’s just that… no one’s ever wanted to claim me as their child before, and you

just did it like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

“Ella that’s a good thing.” Roger offers gently, reaching out to squeeze my hand.

“No,” I argue, shaking my head and burying my face in my hands. “I don’t deserve your kindness. I’ve

been lying to you, we both have.”

Henry wheels forward, resting his palm on my shoulder. “Oh now, come on dearheart, I’m sure it’s not

all that bad.”

“But it is! He knows!” I exclaim, gesturing to Roger and crying, “I’m a fraud!”

Roger’s eyes widen with alarm, clearly baffled by my sudden outburst of emotion, and completely out of

his depth. Henry, on the other hand, rolls his eyes at his son and wraps his arms around me,

encouraging me to lean my head on his shoulder. I surrender, leaning into him and letting his shirt

collar soak up my hopeless tears.

“There now,” Henry murmurs, patting my hair, “why don’t you tell me what all this is about.”

Little by little the story pours out of me, in between hiccups and sobs – with small a*sists from Roger

along the way. “There, you see?” I moan when it’s all over. “It’s all been a lie.”

Of course, Henry is too much like his son to let me wallow in my misery. He continues fussing over me

and rubbing my back, and for the first time in my life, I feel the way I can only imagine it feels to be held

by a parent – by a father. Of course, this only makes me cry harder. “Poor little mother, it’s no wonder

you’re under so much stress. You’ve been making yourself sick over all this haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod pitifully. “And I haven’t even told you about Lydia yet.”

When I get through the most recent chapter of our saga, they’re both swearing, and I can barely catch

my breath. “That’s why I asked you both over today, I wanted you to help me find a Luna for Dominic,