Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 350 – New Plans

Coral

Roger gives a rough, sarcastic little laugh. “Jealousy? Jealousy? Cora, this has nothing to do with jealousy-

“Then what is it?” I ask, confused.” Honestly, Roger – if it’s not jealousy, then what else is your reason for not wanting Hank here to take over for me, and treat these men when I need to rest?” And Roger goes still, at a loss for words, because…

Ella starts to laugh suddenly, and then slaps a hand over her mouth. Roger growls and glares at her, but she just shakes her head in apology, still unable to help it.

“He’s not jealous,” I say to Ella defensively, choosing allegiance over truth and working hard to keep a smile off my face as I stand close to my man and slip an arm around his waist. Because I’m little pleased, honestly, to see Roger want me all to himself, to be protective enough that he doesn’t want Hank anywhere near me. “He’s just…” and I hesitate, smiling up at Roger, shaking my head because I don’t know what to say.

“What I am is done with the two of you,” Roger growls, peeling his arm from around my waist and glaring at the two of us. “Sisters,” he scoffs, and then points a finger between us. “I’ll stay up treating these men all damn night myself, if that’s what it takes,” he continues. “But no Hank in the bunker. Are we clear?”

“Yes, baby,” I murmur, moving close to him again and laughing a little as I wrap my arms around him again.” Whatever you say.”

“Damn right, whatever I say,” Roger mutters, his feathers still a little ruffled. And then, after a minute, he whispers to me again. “We’ll send them out,” he says, “as soon as Sinclair wakes up. The ones you want to have further treatment? I won’t stop them from getting it, just because I…don’t want him here.”

“Okay,” I whisper, resting my head against my mate’s chest and smiling softly. “That’s a good plan.”

Ella

that Cora was falling asleep on her feet. But I couldn’t leave her

got them stable enough to go, but there was still an incredible amount of work to do after that changing

was healing, when suddenly I felt a warm hand on my hip. I didn’t jump

his face, and then peer down at

said, looking over my shoulder for Cora – not wanting to leave her – but I saw Roger having a small

right,” I heard a voice call, and I turned, surprised, to see Henry at the door. “I’ll stay

you’ve been up all day,” I murmured as

his fingers so that I understood that he wanted like me to bend down so that he can see the baby. As I obliged him, Henry

spend awake anyway. I don’t want to miss anything.” He brushed Rafe’s cheek softly before smiling at me again. “Go to

through the door but Henry called after us. “Sleep well,” he said, “but in the

to ask why, but Sinclair put a firm hand on my shoulder. “Talk tomorrow,” he says,

take a moment to look him over while he’s sleeping. The burns on his body were restricted mostly to the skin that wasn’t covered by clothing, and I quickly look over his face, arms, and hands, pleased to see that while there are some tender pink spots, the

a sigh of relief and swing my feet off the bed to

the night when he needs me, of course, but in the mornings he has this remarkable tendency

know that he’s awake, but not yet up. I

to be a very busy day. And, considering Henry’s warning the night before, one in which we are going

still feeding Rafe a knock comes at the door and, groaning, Sinclair gets up to answer it. A few hurried words there has him closing the door and crossing the room to our small bathroom, seeking a

okay?” I

sent some reports from the hospital regarding how our men made it