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?”

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

any dreams.”

Sinclair asks,

sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just see

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 are my first priority. I was just curious if you learned anything new.”

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

he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in about forty

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding

me with his hand on the knob, giving me

from my

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

You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be

to sit with her. It makes sense.

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

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face. “How can I sleep when someone is

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

a little when my baby leaves my arms. “Just for a 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, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he slides gently

now,” he says, kneeling down in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye-

I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

sleep, darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek.

so you can be strong

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,

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

him close.”

his

softly on the head

on the pillow.

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

meeting mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We all are. Go

so, comforted,