Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 348

Chapter 348 – Triage

Ella

“It’s been too long,” I mutter, twisting my fingers together with my eyes fixed on the hard iron door of the bunker. I have one hand on Rafe’s little carrier as he sleeps peacefully beside the two uncomfortable chairs that Cora and I dragged down the hall, wanting to be as close to the entrance as possible so that we get news as soon as it comes.

“Ella,” Cora seethes through her teeth. “You have got to stop saying that. You’re making me freak out.”

“It’s not me that’s making you flip out,” I retort, angry. “It’s our idiot mates, who insisted on leaving here four hours ago and haven’t called once to let us know that they’re all right -”

But then, as if my words are magic, the door bangs open and Cora and I instantly leap up from our seats.

I gasp, almost breaking into tears when I see that the first figure through the door is my mate. I hurl myself towards Sinclair, intent on wrapping him in my arms, but I come to a skidding stop as I realize that he’s carrying one of his men, unconscious and bloody and

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I stop and actually look at my mate 1 notice the burns that have ripped through his clothes, leaving red welts across his exposed skin

Notice the horrible burned flesh of the man in his arms –

Sinclair’s eyes linger on me for half a longing second before moving sharply to my sister. “Cora,” he gasps, “help – it’s bad -”

assessing the soldier, but Sinclair jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making her look

my sister’s face go pale.

my nurse

to help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it over my

turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then

door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain – moans,

myself from turning towards the injured men who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke in the

shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean

also balance Rafe’s carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me and squish

– following the men who can walk by themselves through the

mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man on my shoulder to the closest bed, holding steady while he takes his weight off of me

you all right?” I ask, leaning

hand at me. “It hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head back against the pillow

from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as

from pressing myself up

Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his son, for just for a moment before looking over to the door. “I’m sorry,” he says,

course,” I say, touching Sinclair lightly on the

He turns to her, torn, wanting

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