Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

#Chapter 342 – Bunker Life

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

face and his thick thatch of

be a busy,

can it end

Sinclair

in the

look around at the men who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our

I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing

to indulge, a little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my attention as well, just

to my side, his voice quiet enough that no one

ask,

table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions

father, boy. We still have a

and clasp a hand on my father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod,

of our bodily movements we all have in common. My dad

a little out of the loop, but I shake my head at him

just shrugs it off, leaning in

dad came up

stands up straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through the

to everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to anyone who wants to come

out little cups

eyes wide as he looks at

and our

tight, “do you not see the

I don’t, I shake

his face swiftly in a mix of

for this, since you’ve been a little…hypnotized

into your life –”

but Roger gives me a significant look and I

chest but

quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her

he continues

–

calling your judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love with one

eyebrow at Roger, but