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

dream,” Sinclair says hurriedly, “it was a dream, Ella – we

puts his hand on the swell of my stomach then, drawing my attention to it, reminding me that he’s here – of course he’s here,

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

I can feel him, my ties to him. My bond with my baby. I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my heart down our bond, and feeling a little pulse back. He hears

again, feeling my whole body relax. I open my eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected joy. I look up to Sinclair and nod. “Okay.

one of my hands and lowering his

long minute as

To come flying back to reality after such a hard few weeks, after days of struggling in the dream state to get here. It is hard on

else I’d

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

room.

at my side, letting us have our moment as I

through the tears that

to help myself, and then glance down at my poor beat up little body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak but there is also…a warmth, a stillness in me that feels… I frown, looking up

I gave you back mom’s the Goddess’s – the gift, I gave it back to

bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?! I gave it to

”

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

mad now. “It’s a gift from a Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get it

”

snap to him 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 – and she saved you with it – it can’t possibly matter

turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at her. “But as soon as I’m better, you’re taking

the tears off of her

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mate’s hand tight in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels.

you awake –” He quickly grasps my wrist, feeling for a pulse and turning towards the monitors behind them, scanning them for new information. “It shouldn’t be possible…” he mutters, his brows drawn together.

looking up at Sinclair. “Not precisely a medical

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 exhales quickly and shakes

the monitors. “Whatever

sit up further and wincing as a sharp pain spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to me, scenting me, clearly working to figure out what’s wrong and

last time I was in here.” “Good,” I say, almost under my breath, pleased to

doctor scolds, turning towards me and frowning. “You’re still incredibly weak. You

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