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 -”

away, shaking his head. “No,

again, horrified now as I understand what my mate means, as I see my sister’s face go pale. But she

snaps. “You’re my nurse

reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it

demands, turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns, pointing down the hall. “Go,

through the door. The hall

through the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke in the

my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward as I feel his body shift hard against mine. It’s

arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me and squish the baby when we

men who can walk by themselves

men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I

you all right?” I ask, leaning over

– thank you, Luna,” he murmurs,

swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over

unable to stop myself from pressing myself up against him and

me, turning his intense gaze to me for one long, lingering second, clearly relishing the sight of me before he turns his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his

lightly

He turns to her,

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