Chapter 6 - Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate
Chapter 6 – He’s a werewolfElla“Your pup?” I parrot, realizing I must sound like an idiot the way I keep repeating him – but it’s all too strange and surreal. I feellike I’m having a dream – one that may or may not be a nightmare. “What are you talking about?”I might have been admiring his physical prowess a little while ago, but now I’m back to thinking Dominic Sinclair is just plainterrifying. I’ve known my fair share of bad men, but none of them have ever intimidated me the way he does. It’s like he’ssuperhuman, giving off waves of energy that make me want to curl up into a little ball at his feet.“You.” He narrows his eyes at Cora, then gestures to me. “Is this what you did with my sperm, you inseminated your friend?”“Of course not!” She objects hotly, though there’s a noted shake in her voice. “Yes, I inseminated Ella last week, but not with yoursperm. She chose a donor from our client dossier.”“You’re lying.” He accuses, stating the accusation as if it’s fact. “Ella clearly knew about the samples – since she came to pleadyour case –”“You did that?” Cora blinks at me.“Yes, but I was only trying to help. I thought he might show you mercy if he realized you would never do anything to risk yourcareer.” I apologize, “I’m so sorry, I just wanted to help.”“It’s okay.” She tells me gently, patting my hand and turning back to Sinclair. “That doesn’t mean anything... I mean, yes Iinseminated her on the same day your sample disappeared but... no – it’s not possible, your sample was in a separate fridge...”She trails off again, looking back at the ultrasound screen with wide eyes. “Oh my go d...”“What?” I inquire, beyond confused.“It’s not human.” She murmurs again, so quietly I can barely hear her. Suddenly she whirls around, looking up at Dominic Sinclairwith true fear. “I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t know how it happened!”“Why do you keep saying that it’s not human?” I question, beyond exasperated. “What else could it be – an alien?”“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” The infuriated man growls. “Don’t pretend like you two didn’t plan this precisely for thisreason.”
Cora’s hand is shaking on mine now. “Ella, when I told you about the samples, I only told you half the story.” She explains. “I hadto sign a thousand confidentiality documents, because certain secrets came along with running tests on Mr. Sinclair’s samples.”“What secrets?” I demand, feeling as if everyone around me is speaking in code.“He’s not...” She begins, glancing at the huge man nervously. “He’s not human... he’s a werewolf.”Before I can stop myself, I burst out into laughter. “No really, what is it?”
yourself into, or expect Cora to lose her job for the “mistake.’” The horrible man has the nerve to use air quotes around his finalword.“That’s insane!” I hiss. “I didn’t bankrupt myself – my identity was stolen and I didn’t even know about it until after theinsemination. I’m not an irresponsible person, or the type of woman who expects a man to solve her problems. I would never dowhat you’re suggesting.”“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” He answers harshly. “The evidence is against you.”“We don’t even know that it’s your child!” I remind him. “Maybe it isn’t...” I have to give myself a shake before I can continue.“Maybe it isn’t human, but that doesn’t mean it’s yours.”“I know it’s mine.” Sinclair snarls, making me tremble with instinctive fear. “I can smell it, I can sense my bloodline in your womb.”I can only gape at him. He can smell it? Sense his bloodline? It’s like I’ve left reality and entered a different universe. “This iscrazy.” I can feel myself sliding back into denial. “If werewolves were real, people would know about it!”Sinclair rolls his eyes and lifts a hand the size of a dinner plate. While I watch, five claws extend where his fingernails were a
“Pup.” I say, feeling my stomach churn uncomfortably, “like... four legs and a tail?”“No.” He answers, not unkindly. “It doesn’t work that way.”“Well how does it work?” I question, more subdued now. “How does any of this work?”“Well in a lot of ways werewolves are just like humans.” “ Sinclair explains, leaning back in his chair but never taking his eyes offme. In fact, his gaze is so intense I’m finding it increasingly difficult not to squirm. “We come into the world in human form and welive most of our lives the same way. Most shifters don’t make their first transformation until they’re a few years old. It takes someeffort and training. The senses are always there – heightened instincts, sight, smell and hearing – but shifting isn’t as easy forlittle ones as adults make it look. It’s like learning to speak – it’s second nature by the time you’re grown, but it takes some doingin the early years.”“But how can I be pregnant with one... if I’m not one myself?” I question.For the first time Sinclair looks less sure of himself. “I’m actually not sure. I’ve never heard of such a thing happening. Oursociety exists parallel to your own. A few people – like your friend – are occasionally let in on the secret, but it’s only in veryspecial cases and they never truly integrate. It’s only when someone has certain knowledge or expertise that’s very valuable tous.”“So there’s just like... a shadow world full of werewolves that exists right under human’s noses?” I summarize.“That’s a nice way of putting it, yes.” He confirms.“And packs and alphas... all the things we read in paranormal DaisyNovel – is that all real?”“Well our transformations have nothing to do with the full moon, but other than that many things are correct. We’re much fasterand stronger than humans, and our society is divided into packs but they’re very large. You can think of them like provinces orstates in a larger kingdom.” Sinclair shares.“Kingdom?” I ask, “Like with a king and queen and everything?”“Yes.” His answer seems strangely loaded, as if he’s omitting something very important – but I don’t know what it might be. “Now,if you’re done asking questions, can we finally talk seriously?”“Talk seriously?” What could be more serious than turning my entire world upside down?
He stares pointedly at my belly. “About this baby.”