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?”

later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t give her bad

Or any dreams.”

she…say anything?” Sinclair asks,

on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare,

swiftly turns his attention to me, anger and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know

my mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I murmur.

my hair. “You

-eight hours…”

going in with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

his hand on the knob, giving me a look so

from my

not going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice

go get some sleep,” he says, his face

need sleep. She needs someone to sit with her. It makes

with tears at the sweet sincerity 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 –

–

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

Rafe and I into the room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking

mattress, tugging off my leggings. When

head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me, right?” he asks, and,

I’d never let anyone hurt or take

Again, I nod.

a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek.

be

little in overwrought exhaustion then. A little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the

sending a burst of gratitude down our bond, I turn away from my mate and tuck my feet in underneath the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows and blankets away from

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing

on the head before laying his own head

on the pillow.

open my eyes again, looking around.

he whispers. “We all are.

comforted, I obey.