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?”

I say, looking towards the door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative

Or any dreams.”

anything?” Sinclair asks, still facing

little annoyed by his singular focus 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,

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 are

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

hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in about forty

-eight hours…”

suddenly, striding towards the guest room

start, but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a

words from my mouth.

Roger bites out, his

some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be all right with

someone to sit with her.

and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger –

–

“How can I

and moves me towards

moment,” Sinclair murmurs, turning back to 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,

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

never let anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

to my

so you can be

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

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 so he’ll be safe. “I want

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing

he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying

on the pillow.

when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking

he whispers. “We all are. Go

comforted, I