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

this will surely be

it

Sinclair

we gather in the conference room at the

honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night

guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing

in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going.

up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

I ask, surprised.

me a little smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read

still have a bond, even if it’s changed

hand on my father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us

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

but I shake my

anything big and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of

dad came up with

up straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through

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

him and Cora handing out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully made.

says, his eyes wide as he looks

I ask, looking between Roger and our mates, trying to figure

Roger says, his voice tight, “do you not

a little disturbed that I

hand down his face swiftly in a mix of worry and

forgive you for this, since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella since the moment

into your

me a significant look

arms over my chest but letting him continue.

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

he continues speaking, cutting me

–

the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love

at Roger,