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

Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe

again.

shaking my head, my voice trembling a little.

listening.

drawing me close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But we have

move

zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look

says, shaking his head a little bit and looking around

get the worst of it

to pack the

to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging

face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur,

”

–

little but we both move on quickly, heading

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

and changing essentials as we can

passing him between our arms when the other needs both hands. It is an

to keep

of this horrible day largely unscathed,

and head

shattered off its

passing

remains of

behind him.

turns, taking my hand as we hurry down the stairs,

a second.

for us at the doorway with a backpack over

boxes of whatever they could quickly gather from

the living room quickly, where I

out of the house. Sinclair,

moves towards another. There are second cars behind

the plan, trusting that Sinclair and

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