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?”

offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as

Or any dreams.”

anything?” Sinclair asks, still facing

“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

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 her health and safety are

closer to my mate, leaning my body

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

-eight hours…”

Roger says suddenly,

“I start, but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so

words from my

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, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be all

She needs someone to sit with her.

my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the

–

“How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby –

by the shoulders and moves me

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 over my head. That done, he quickly dips down, lifting Rafe and returning him to

in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me, right?” he asks,

anyone hurt or take

Again, I nod.

to my

so you can be strong for

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 safe.

bed with us, okay?”

him close.”

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

Rafe softly on the head before laying

on the pillow.

my eyes

Ella,” he whispers. “We all are. Go to

so, comforted, I obey.