Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 274

Chapter 274 – Bonded

Ella

My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them.

“Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where –

“Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…”

I peel my eyelids apart, then, confused at the effort. It’s like I haven’t opened my eyes for weeks…

My vision comes back to me slowly, the room around me coming into focus with effort. I blink rapidly, looking around at Sinclair, and Cora, and Roger all standing around me, peering at me with worried faces. I feel very suddenly like Dorothy, when she wakes up from her trip to Oz.

“What?” I murmur, my voice thick and my throat scratchy. Suddenly anxious, I try to sit up, pushing at the bed beneath me but –

What the hell were all these wires, tied to my arms?

“Easy, trouble,” Sinclair whispers, pressing his hand to my shoulder, keeping me down. My body responds to his command, relaxing backwards as I look up at him. But…

“Where am I?” I ask, staring at him, and then I press my eyes closed. It’s all just too much.

“You’re in the hospital,” I hear my sister explain. “After the gift, at the temple…”

But her voice fades, almost as if I can’t hear it. I feel my heart start to pound, my breath ratchet up as my memories start to come back to me. Of being on the temple steps of Cora there, and what we learned about each other of Sinclair’s warm arms around me –

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And then, nothing – and then clouds – and Sinclair again, and my baby –

Oh my god, where was my baby?

“Rafe?” I gasp, spinning towards Sinclair as my eyes fly open, desperate. “Where is Rafe?” Then I start to look all around me, searching for him – he’s here, he has to be, I remember him, my little baby, wrapped in white swaddling, holding him in my arms

was a dream, Ella – we met

then, drawing my attention to it, reminding me that he’s here – of course he’s here, I haven’t given birth yet

my baby. Then I close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow, and search for him. And it’s hard, it’s

with my baby. I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my

open my eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected joy.

rush of air, grasping one of my hands and lowering his head so that

like that for a long minute as tears start to slide down my

after such a hard

where else I’d want to

get the doctor,” I hear Roger murmur, and then his footsteps move to the door, heading out

room.

other hand for her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting us have our moment as I take her

all right,” she huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling down

up little body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak

the Goddess’s – the gift, I gave it back to you,” she stumbles, not really knowing how to explain

up straighter in my bed. “Cora!” I

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being ridiculous – you were dying – of course I gave it back to

I almost shout, frantic and frankly a little mad now. “It’s a gift from a Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get it here, the least you

”

as I feel suddenly guilty and a little childish, arguing with my sister like this in front of him, especially when I’m clearly so sick. I look up at him, my eyes apologetic, and I see his face instantly soften. “Please, Ella,” he begs.” You’re so weak –

whisper, nodding up at him and then turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at her.

terms, wiping the tears off of

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at my sister, holding my mate’s hand tight in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not one of my normal

I’m shocked to see you awake –” He quickly grasps my wrist, feeling for a

was…” I say, hesitating, looking up at

holding my hand. “An intervention from the Goddess, if you will,” he observes, a little humor in his voice. The doctor’s face screws up further with confusion but then he simply

monitors.

spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to me, scenting me, clearly working to figure out what’s wrong and how he can

the larger ones. “He’s fine,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “Better, if anything, than he was the last time I was in here.” “Good,” I say, almost under my breath, pleased to have my suspicions confirmed. My baby and I… we are going to make it. “Can I go home?” I ask quickly, hoping to

still incredibly weak. You have days yet in this hospital –

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