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

hurriedly, “it was a dream,

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

close my eyes, resting my head back on the

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 me.

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

air, grasping one of my hands and lowering

touch. We stay like that for a long minute as tears

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

no where else

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

room.

for her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting us have our moment as I take her hand. “Are you all

laughing through the tears that are

at her, unable 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 at

gave you back mom’s the Goddess’s – the

“Cora!”

”

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she chides, “you’re being ridiculous – you were dying – of course I

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 could do

”

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

turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at

laughs, agreeing to these terms, wiping the tears

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comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not one of my normal doctors – but

hurry to get to me. He quickly scans my face, his expression worried. “I have to say, I’m shocked to see you

say, hesitating, looking up at Sinclair.

Sinclair stands stoically beside me, still 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 exhales quickly

monitors. “Whatever it was it is

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

anything, than he was the last time I was in here.” “Good,” I say, almost

“You’re still incredibly weak. You have days yet in this hospital

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