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

little face and his thick thatch

will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with sweet starts like

it

Sinclair

gather in the conference room

as I look around at the men who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m

sleep, while I

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 much as

murmurs to me as he rolls up to

ask,

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

to keep it clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed with time.”

smile, then, and clasp a hand on my father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we

we all have in common. My dad laughs

shake my head at him a little to

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

came up with last

and Ella come through the

off the baby to anyone who

him and Cora handing out little cups of coffee

says, his eyes wide as

and our

you not see

that I don’t, I shake my

sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly in a mix of worry and

you for this, since you’ve been a

into your life

Roger gives me a significant look

over my chest but

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

I protest, but he continues speaking, cutting me off.

–

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

my eyebrow at Roger, but