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

but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep

again.

shaking my head, my voice trembling

eyes, listening. “But

drawing me close and placing a single kiss on

move

a little and squaring my shoulders as I

shaking his head a little bit and looking

get the worst of it from

to pack

changing station with Sinclair in tow,

to wipe my own face. “To think, when

”

–

we both move on quickly, heading together to the closet to

bags with the essentials – a bit of our clothing,

and changing essentials as we can fit.

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

to keep him

day largely unscathed, we are both, I know, shaken.

done packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom

shattered off its hinges.

need anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and

of our

him. “But

down the stairs, not wanting to

a second.

for us at the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of

of whatever they could quickly gather from the investigation.

into the living room quickly, where I grab

move out of the

another. There are second cars behind

I don’t ask about the plan, trusting that

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