Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 334 – Sister to Sister

Sinclair

I know the moment that Roger arrives at the bunker because he’s loud as hell, making sure that we all hear him pounding through the metal hallways. I wince a little, groaning and reminding myself that though metal is secure, it is loud.

Roger’s angry footsteps pound down the hallway towards me, towards the conference room at the end of the hall where I’m strategizing with the members of my team who have arrived. Roger knows we’ll be right here and he slams the door open as he strides into the room.

“Where is she “he snarls, looking around, as if he imagines that Cora will be sitting at the desk sorting through the paperwork with the investigative team.

“Oh hey, Roger,” I say casually, standing back and crossing my arms. “How are you?” I know that I shouldn’t piss my brother off any further – I know he’s on the edge as it is – but I’m unable to resist the chance to needle him a little bit. He’s being a dick right now anyway. He deserves it.

“Cut the shit, Dominic,” Roger snaps, his chest heaving a little bit as he stares at me, his fingers. curved like talons at his side. “Where is she.”

“Ellas in our room with the baby-

“Cora,” Roger shouts, his voice ringing through the room and making the rest of us wince. “Where is Cora!?”

“Damn it, Roger,” I say, lifting a hand to cover my ear as his words echo through the room. “Can you cool it? She’s on her way.”

“Where,” he growls, advancing towards me across the room, “where precisely is -”

But as he gets within a foot of me I swiftly raise my hand and smack him in the back of the head like I used to do when we were kids, making him stumble a few steps forward and gasp in outrage

“Would you chill out?” I snarl at Roger, starting to get frustrated with him. “She’s fine, she’s safe, she can’t get here any faster just because you’re freaking out about it.”

Roger spins to glare at me after he finds his feet again and opens his mouth to retort when our father interrupts

“Boys,” dad says, his voice low with the warning we’ve both been familiar with since we were old enough to be scolded We both react to it instinctually, straightening up and turning towards him like we’ve just been caught “Enough of that,” he continues, rolling into the room and looking at us sternly

then we

she’s seriously getting here as fast as we can the plan is working. So, can we just concentrate on other things? You standing by the door panting for her like

nods once, agreeing to my logic and – I think – wanting something to distract

rolling up to the head of the table. Then he focuses on me. “Roger updated me,” he says. “I’m so sorry to hear what happened to your family today. And so

to him. “I am as well. But now we need to get

together, we focus on our team, coming up with a plan to better. defend against this cult that wants my child and to formulate a counter attack.

This is war.

Ella

—

Sinclair and hoping a little that he’s brought me some

almost leaping across the room to her, Rafe still perched, against my chest looking over my shoulder. Cora slides through the small opening in the door and presses it shut behind her as

around her,

bit to get a good look at her, to assess her condition. Her body

something is truly, deeply wrong as if I didn’t know it already, from her absence the past five days, her unwillingness

her hand to her face as she studies me. “Ella – you’re covered in

I’d forgotten Then I look back up at her. “Well, none of it’s mine,” I insist and change the subject. “But seriously, Cora, what’s wrong?

in her hands “You were the one attacked

sincere with worry so I nod,

the afternoon. I watch her eyes go wide and her face go pale as I continue, telling her all about the priest that they captured, and the men who invaded my bedroom, and how they pulled me

apocalypse plan, we just

W

from me now

a moment to lower Rafe back into his little carrier and leaning forward to

look at me, though I can see her shoulders

closer to her and wrapping my arms around her. “What’s wrong? How bad can