Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 342

#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

admiring his little face and his thick thatch of

thinking that this will surely be

it end badly?

Sinclair

the morning we gather in the conference room at

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 reconnaissance, to make

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

I am allowed to indulge, a little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct

as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no one is

I ask,

before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions

still have

us and gives us a

have in common.

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

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

came up with last

though, when Cora and

everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to

handing out little cups of coffee that

wide as he

Roger and our mates,

says, his voice tight, “do you not see the

little disturbed that I

his hand down his face swiftly in a

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

walked into your

a significant look and

my chest but letting

and I love her, but you let her get

he

–

have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora

eyebrow at Roger, but he

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