Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 91 – Near Miss

Ella

I’m so focused on Sinclair, I don’t even see the car until it’s almost upon me.

I’m too stunned to move, not that there’s time to get out of the way. The only thing I can do it try to turn

my body away from the vehicle, to shield my unborn child from the inevitable crash.

Time itself seems to slow down, and there’s a dull roaring in my ears. My thoughts fly by, and I’m

amazed at the logical clarity I’m able to find in a single, split second. I tell myself to go limp, the impact

won’t be as terrible if my body isn’t tense with fear. Isn’t that why drunk people often survive car

accidents that would be fatal otherwise?

Unfortunately I don’t have time to unwind my tight muscles, as soon as I’ve had the thought a huge

weight collides with my back, slamming into me with so much force the breath is knocked from my

lungs. I’m spinning, twisting as the wall of iron surrounds me, forcing my feet off the ground. A

deafening crash fills the air, though it seems delayed. Haven’t I already been hit?

Then I’m being thrust forward, or is it backwards? I’m moving, flying through the air and yet my limbs

are completely constrained. My eyes are clenched shut, and the sound of wrending metal and

shattering gla*s explodes around me. It’s all so sudden, I don’t have time to be afraid, to say prayers for

my baby, if not for myself.

I wait for the pain, but it doesn’t come. After a few moments of holding my breath I realize I’m not

moving anymore. Am I dead? Was it so sudden that I didn’t feel it?

I peek open one eye, and sunlight blinds me. Is there a sun in the afterlife? I know shifters have a

version of heaven, but I didn’t imagine humans got to go there.

There’s a click, like a car door opening, and then the sound of racing footsteps. “Catch them!” Sinclair’s

deep voice snarls, so loud that I think he must be yelling in my ear.

Hope courses through my veins. If he’s here then I must not be dead. And why am I so warm? I wonder

belatedly, imagining myself sprawled over the hood of a vehicle, in too much shock to feel the impact

on my broken body. Shouldn’t a car that’s been sitting in the snow be cold?

“Ella – Ella, are you alright?” Sinclair is talking again, and I open my other eye, anxious to see him.

Instead I see the empty street in front of me. “Please say something.” He begs, his gentle hands

moving over my body from behind. “Are you hurt? Talk to me baby.”

Behind me. I think dazedly. But that means… I sit up, truly looking around for the first time. We’re sitting

on the hood of the car – at least what used to be the hood. Sinclair’s huge body has completely totaled

the vehicle. Slowly – infuriatingly slowly, my brain pieces together what must have happened. Sinclair

had been fast enough to reach me, but he hadn’t had time to push me out of the way. Instead he’d

turned me away from the car and wrapped his own body around me, shielding me from the impact of

the car. He’d taken the full force of the crash, and his back had crumpled the bumper and hood beyond

recognition, shattering the windshield into a thousand pieces.

I feel nauseous at once, and my body is shaking with fear and adrenaline. “I… I…” I clamber off the

crumpled metal surface, my knees giving out as soon as my feet hit the ground. I vomit into the pristine

white snow, feeling Sinclair follow me at a pace much too slow for his supernatural strength. I’m afraid

to look at him, but he’s hovering beside me, surreptitiously running his hands over my body, searching

for signs of injury yet trying not to disturb . “Stop.” I choke, “I’m alright… it’s you –” I finally turn to face

him, horror and guilt washing over me as I take in the damage.

Sinclair is bleeding, and his body must be covered with bruises. The impact would have killed me, and

his shifter strength might have kept him alive, but not even an Alpha wolf can walk away from such an

accident unharmed. His handsome face is a tight grimace of pain, but I’m not sure he’s even registering

the sensations. His attention is focused on me, his green eyes scouring my body for signs of harm.

“Oh Dominic,” I choke, my voice thick with emotion as I reach towards his battered body. His shirt has

been torn to shreds by gla*s from the windshield, and I can only imagine how mangled his flesh is

underneath.

Before I can touch him, I’m distracted by sounds of a struggle in the distance. I follow the sound with

my eyes, catching our chauffeur wrestling the homicidal driver to the ground a few meters down the

road. He must have tried to make a run for it when the car stalled, unable to simply plow through

Sinclair’s iron body the way it would have my own. I immediately recognize the driver as one of the

rogues who attacked me in the alley, and suddenly my vision turns completely red.

I forget my concern for myself and the baby, I even forget my worry for Dominic. I feel only a flood of

vengeful fury, more violent and feral than any I’ve known before. That rogue hurt Sinclair. He wanted to

end my baby’s life and would have taken mine in the process, but he actually did hurt Sinclair. He might

have taken my baby’s father from us both – from the pack that needs him.

“I’ll kill him!” I snarl, pushing myself up on shaky legs and lunging towards the rogue.

A steely bar catches me around the waist, pulling me back. “Woah Ella, come here, let me look at you.”

“No, I want to kill him!” I insist, not recognizing this bloodthirsty woman I’ve apparently become.

“I do too, trouble, but right now you’re more important.” Sinclair murmurs in my ear. I can already hear

sirens in the distance, loud, shrill, and drawing closer with every moment that pa*ses.

“I’m fine!” I cry, tears spilling from my overflowing lashes. “He hurt you! Let me go so I can make him

pay.”

Sinclair is purring, but the sound keeps stuttering in his chest, as if the internal engine that fuels his

rumbles and growls has been damaged. “I know little one, we’ll make him pay, just take it easy.”

Sniffling, I stop fighting, turning to face him once he returns my feet to the ground. “You’re all bloody.” I

observe pitifully, wishing I knew how to heal his wounds. “I want to make him bloody too.”

I sound like a petulant toddler, though admittedly a very violent one. Still, Sinclair isn’t listening, the

stubborn man has his palm pressed to my belly, his eyes scouring me for the hundredth time. “The

baby’s okay.” He sighs, “but I need you to tell me where you’re hurt, Ella.”

Before I can answer, an ambulance skitters to a stop behind the wreckage, and EMT’s leap from the

back of the vehicle, sprinting over to us. They slow down as they draw near, warily approaching us as

Sinclair holds me tightly and begins to growl protectively. “Alpha,” One of the EMT’s has his hands up,

to show he means no harm. Belatedly I realize the Moon Valley pack’s symbol is blazing on the side of

the ambulance, marking it as part of a shifter institution.

Of course the shifters got here faster than the humans. I think with relief. And thank goodness,

Sinclair’s animalistic aggression would have terrified a human – it terrifies the other wolves already.

“It’s okay.” The EMT continues. “We just want to help, we won’t hurt her.”

Sinclair scents the air, drawing in their aromas and apparently determining them friendly. Gradually he

loosens his hold on me, though I can sense how difficult it is for him to do so. Eventually he offers me

up for their examination, delivering a menacing warning in the process, “I’m watching you, beta. One

wrong move and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

The EMT approaches me, still keeping his hands up in clear view. Sinclair paces behind us like an

enraged bear, and I try to get my breathing under control. “Luna, where are you bleeding?”

“I’m not!” I exclaim, half-sobbing. “It’s all his blood. I’m fine, he’s the one who was hit.”

The EMT look up at Sinclair, searching for confirmation and starting to approach him instead.

“No! Look at her first.” He growls, putting all his Alpha authority into the words and making us all shiver

in response.

“Dominic, please!” I beg, moving back towards him. “I’m not hurt because you protected me.” I press

my palms to his chest, gazing up at him with a pleading expression. “You did your job, we’re safe.” I

continue, praying he’ll listen to reason, or at least be triggered into action by my words. “Rafe and I

need you to be okay so you can continue keeping us safe. So we need you to go to the hospital now.

We need you to let them help you.”

Sinclair gazes down at me with glowing, uncertain eyes, and I ask one final time. “Please, Dominic.”