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 me safe and

again.

honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling a little. Sinclair

listening. “But I will

a single kiss on my hair: “But

move

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

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a

worst of it from our faces and hands? But the rest of

– we need to pack the essentials and

heading to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a few baby

wipe my own face. “To think, when

”

–

a little but we both move on quickly,

a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and

diapers and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of

him between our arms when the other

to keep him

we came out of this horrible day largely unscathed, we are

and head

shattered off its

Sinclair asks, passing through and not even

of our

close behind him. “But we can improvise, yes?”

hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my

a second.

doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of soldiers next

of whatever they could quickly gather from

the living room

out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and I move towards

moves towards another. There are second cars behind each

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

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