Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

Cora and I stand silently in the garage of the bunker, watching our mates pack their cars in preparation for their assault. Rafe is in my arms, fussing unhappily, and Henry has rolled his chair up on Cora’s other side, likewise watching tensely.

“It will be finished tonight,” Henry says, nodding confidently. “I know it. The boys will finish this.”

“I hope you are right, Henry,” I sigh. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep sending him off like this.”

Henry looks up at me, sympathy in his eyes, but I can’t return his gaze – I’m too overwhelmed. Instead, I look down at my little red baby, who is now crying unhappily in my arms.

Minutes – I know we’ve got minutes left until Roger and Sinclair leave. And I can barely take it.

“Come here, mini trouble,” Sinclair murmurs, and I jump a little as I realize that he’s close to me now, reaching out for the baby. I was too lost in my thoughts. I look up at my mate, my eyes filled with tears, and silently hand over the baby in to his waiting arms.

He doesn’t turn his attention to Rafe, though, instead putting out his other arm to wrap around me. I rest my head against his chest, looking away from him. But my eyes just fall on Cora and Roger, saying their own goodbyes next to me, and I can’t take that either.

So I turn my head in the other direction, pressing my eyes shut.

“It will be okay, Ella,” Sinclair whispers to me, the baby going quiet in his arms, as he always does, “I promise you, it will be okay.”

“I know you’ll do everything you can, Dominic,” I whisper. “I trust you – it’s just the rest of the world, and what it has in store, that I can’t trust.”

He nods, understanding, and then presses a kiss to my hair, pulling away too soon.

wrapping my hand around the strap of his bullet-proof vest and

my face up to him with a touch of his fingers beneath y chin. And I stare up at him, my my beautiful, tender, ferocious mate. I’m coming back

better,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at him. “Or I am going to be very mean

to my mouth, tells me he loves me, and turns towards

it, Ella,” she says. “The big

lot, Cora,” I say as I turn to look at her, my

lips twitching a little towards a smile as she holds the hope for both of us. “At some

team pull out of the garage and drive away. Predictably,

asks as the three of us file into the little kitchen and sink down around the table. The bunker isn’t totally quiet – there’s still a

join the assault team, or

our misery. Or, well, four people, if we’re including Rafe. But I sigh as I look down at

coming out with a deck of cards. “That this is a moment

couple hands of high- stakes poker,” she quips. I smile at her, knowing that Cora loves cards. She’s clever and precise enough with them to be a bit of

“Now that the boys are gone, let’s gamble away all their money,” I say, perking up myself at the idea.” Show them what they get for going off to war without

playing at his lips. “What

not both?”

put us both to shame and earned not only a million dollars but also apparent ownership of

pretending to hand the sleeping baby off to him.

them neatly back in their box. “I know you’re fond of him, after all. I’ll call for him when I am ready to

tummy. She cocks her head to the side and