Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 316 – Safe?

Ella

Forty–five minutes later, I back out of the bedroom, snicking the door shut behind me. Then, I

stand up, closing my eyes and exhaling a long breath.

“Is she all right?” a voice hisses, right behind me.

I leap about a foot in the air, managing to muffle my shriek as I spin to see my mate standing

about six inches from me, looking down with a worried expression. I smack him, hard, against the

chest – more to get my adrenaline out than to actually hurt him – and glare up at him, mad at him

for scaring me like that. Sinclair just blinks at me, waiting, my smack having had no effect on him

at all.

–

“Back up,” I whisper, putting my hands on his wide, muscled chest and pushing backwards. “She’s

asleep, finally – where is the baby?”

“He’s here,” Roger says, standing at the end of the hall with his godson in his arms. I smile, a little,

at the sight as I move forward with my arms open. Roger quietly passes my baby to me and I smile

down at my son, something in my body that has been anxious without him in the same room as

me finally coming to rest.

“Seriously, Ella,” Sinclair says, looking back towards the closed door of our guest room. “Is Cora

okay?”

say, looking towards the door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give

any dreams.”

asks, still facing

know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on

face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I

closer to my mate, leaning my body against him.

my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the

turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me

words from my

do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but with an

“I’m just going to…be there, all right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says,

sit with her.

of my brother–in–law and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me towards our own room. “You’re overwrought

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my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby

me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my

me and – to my surprise – beginning to undress me, tugging my shirt up over my head and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves me for a moment, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he slides gently over my head. That done, he quickly dips down, lifting Rafe

of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye-

I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

a hand to my face and gently

so you can be strong for them.”

resents it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the simple reassurance, the warm reminder that – at my most basic level – I

the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing

forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head

on the pillow.

almost fall asleep when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around. But all I see is Sinclair’s

mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he

so, comforted, I obey.