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?”

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

Or any

asks, still facing the

him, a little annoyed by his singular focus on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own

his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You

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

hair.

-eight hours…”

suddenly, striding towards

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

from my

anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but with an undercurrent

right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The

She needs someone to sit with her.

feel my 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 Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me

–

my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can

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

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

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

know I’d never let anyone hurt or

Again, I nod.

hand to my face and gently cupping

can be strong for

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

taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on

him close.”

his

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

on the pillow.

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

open, meeting mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We

so, comforted, I