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

and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed

be a busy, complicated day. But

it end

Sinclair

gather in the conference room at the end

brought with us, but honestly I’m

they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit more

I’m the boss. I built 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,

as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough

I ask, surprised.

a little smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning

We still have

shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then I laugh a little bit as I realize how

our bodily movements we all have in common. My

a little out of the loop, but I shake

shrugs it off, leaning

up with last night.

Cora and Ella come through the

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

handing out little cups

wide as he looks

and our mates,

you not see the issue here?” he

little disturbed that I don’t, I shake my head.

sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly in a mix of worry and

you for this, since you’ve

walked into your life

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

my chest

speaking quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t let anyone get

but he continues speaking, cutting me off.

–

the privilege of getting to know both Ella and

at Roger, but he ignores me.