Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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 -”

soldier, but Sinclair jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists,

my mate means, as I see my sister’s face go pale. But she snaps immediately into her professional demeanor, looking to

snaps. “You’re my nurse now,

agree, eager to help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier

attention back to Sinclair. Then

begin to stumble through the door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain

prepared. I can’t help myself from turning towards the injured men who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going

his arm around 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.

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

following the men who can walk by themselves through the door into

look around swiftly and see my 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

I ask,

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

again soon, but I can’t help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over to

myself up against him and raising a hand to touch

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 son, for just for a moment before looking over to the door. “I’m sorry,” he says, rushed,

I say, touching Sinclair lightly

Sinclair by grabbing his hand. He turns to her, torn, wanting to go and help his