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 from

will surely be

can it end

Sinclair

the conference room at the end of the

brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of

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

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

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

I ask,

paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions on your face, even when

your father, boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed

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

bodily movements we all have in common. My dad laughs

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

just shrugs it off, leaning

up with last

stands up straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through

encounter, Ella showing off the baby

and Cora handing out little cups of

his eyes wide as

looking between Roger and our mates, trying to figure out the problem.

voice tight, “do you not see the issue

little disturbed that I don’t, I shake

his face swiftly in a

since you’ve been

into your life –”

me a significant look and

chest

but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t let anyone

but he continues speaking, cutting me off.

–

getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love

Roger, but