Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 332

Chapter 332 – Bunker

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice assured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning

to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming

around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear

it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all

right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a

I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and

again.

my head, my voice trembling a

my eyes, listening. “But

a single kiss on my

move

zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um – all this

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head

– baby wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces and hands?

pack the

station with Sinclair in tow,

wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought

”

–

but we both move on quickly, heading together

two small bags with the essentials – a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and then a diaper bag

many diapers and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of us put Rafe down for a

between our arms when the other needs both

to keep him close.

much as we came out of this horrible day

few minutes and head for the bedroom

is shattered off

passing through and not even looking at the

of

shrug, following close behind him. “But we

down the

a second.

a backpack

boxes of whatever they could

phone,” I murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I

finished, the group of us move out of the

another. There are second

fill. I don’t ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and

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