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?”

later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told

Or any

asks,

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, and not just see her as a source of information.”

but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it

my body against him.

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

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest

to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce

words from my mouth.

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

two go get some sleep,” he says,

someone to sit with

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 towards our own room.

–

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

murmurs, ushering Rafe and I into the room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby

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

which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You

anyone hurt

Again, I nod.

my face and gently cupping

be strong for them.”

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

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

him close.”

stripping down to his underwear and climbing

on

on the pillow.

open my eyes

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

so, comforted,