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 black hair, mussed from

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

can it end

Sinclair

little later in the morning we gather in the

with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through

me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit more than relaxing with

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.

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

ask,

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

I’m your father, boy. We still have

comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then I

all have in common. My dad laughs a

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

and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of

up with

when Cora and Ella come through

showing off the baby to anyone who wants

handing out little cups of coffee that

eyes wide as he looks

looking between Roger and our mates, trying to

his voice tight, “do you not

disturbed that I don’t,

Roger sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly in a mix

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

walked into your life –”

a significant look and I shut my mouth,

my chest but letting him continue.

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

usually right!” I protest, but he

–

your judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting

my eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores