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.

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“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?”

“Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give

any

Sinclair asks,

snap, my own

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 her health and safety

my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I

and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in

-eight hours…”

with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest

on the knob, giving me a look so fierce

from

to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice

going to…be there, all right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded

sit with her. It

eyes fill 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

–

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

me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping

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

kneeling down in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You

I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my

so you can be

a 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 simple reassurance, the warm reminder that – at my most basic level – I am cared for,

and tuck my feet in underneath the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur,

him close.”

idea,” Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing into the

kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying his own head

on the pillow.

when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around.

“You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We

comforted, I