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

his thick thatch

thinking that this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with

can it end badly?

Sinclair

gather in the

I 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

sleep, while I

this system, I put in the hours in my younger years to get to where I am. I am allowed 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 as much as my business and political life. And, considering what Roger and Cora went through yesterday,

my father murmurs to me as he rolls up to my side, his voice

I ask, surprised.

just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort

clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a bond, even

and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then

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

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

anything big and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me to look at

up with last

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

showing off the baby to

handing out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully made.

as he looks at the

Roger and our mates, trying to figure out the problem.

his voice tight, “do you not see the issue

I don’t, I shake

his hand down his face

since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella since the moment

into your life –”

Roger gives me a significant look and I shut my mouth, frowning and crossing

chest but

and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t

I protest, but he

–

I’m not calling your judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being

Roger, but he