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 little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed

this will surely be

it

Sinclair

little later in the morning we gather in the conference room at the end of the bunker’s

I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our reconnaissance, to make

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

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

my father murmurs to me as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

I ask, surprised.

and beginning to sort through it.

We still have a bond, even if it’s changed with time.”

father’s 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

our bodily movements we all have in common. My

of the loop, but I shake my head at

he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of

came up

and Ella come

Ella showing off the baby to anyone who

little cups of

Roger says, his eyes wide as he looks

our mates, trying to figure out

Roger says, his voice tight, “do you not see the issue here?” he

that I

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

you’ve been a

your life –”

significant look and I shut

arms over my chest but letting him continue.

I love her, but you let her get away with things that you

but he continues speaking, cutting me off.

–

your judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love with one of them from the jump –”

Roger, but he