Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

I’m up very early the next morning, my mind instantly on poor Sarah, poor Jessica, somewhere in the palace, probably worried about what on earth is coming next.

I slowly pull my body from its warm place at Sinclair’s side, grimacing as I try not to disturb him as much as I can – he’s so cute, my big tough Alpha, all vulnerable and sleeping and

“Just go, Ella,” he murmurs, his eyes still shut. I laugh a little, softly –

Because of course he felt me go every sense is attuned to me, to my safety. his

“All right, Dominic,” I murmur, leaning in to press a very soft kiss to his mouth. “But you stay asleep.”

“Noo problem,” he whispers, and then turns over as I roll to my side of the bed and quickly stand up. I give him a little glance over my shoulder – admiring the tanned muscles of his back for just a second – before leaning down to pick up my little baby.

Rafe is, as he usually is, awake and quiet, waiting for me to come and get him as I always do.

“Lovely little baby,” I murmur to him, nudging him with my nose as I take him over to his changing table to get him started for his day. “How did I get so lucky as to have such a good boy? Not even crying in the morning, so his mama can rest.”

Rafe gives a happy little squeal that makes me laugh, but it also makes me glance over my shoulder at my mate- because I don’t want to wake him. But Sinclair stays still, his shoulders moving gently with his soft breathing. Good – I want him to get his rest.

I change Rafe as quickly as I can and then take him into our gigantic closet to feed him while I pick out my clothes for the day. When Rafe’s finished eating I’m about to put him into his car seat so that I can take a shower, but a dark shadow falls over me.

“Give him here,” Sinclair murmurs, and I turn to smile at him as I hand the baby over.

“How did you know?” I ask, curious.

“Baby told me,” Sinclair says, smirking down at Rafe.

“What!?”

me a kiss on the cheek. “He didn’t want to go in the car seat. He

peer at my son,

he wants and

is that we’re the first ones in the sunny breakfast room in which we’ll be meeting Sarah and Jessica. I tab my

about it,” he murmurs, looking down at his phone, where he’s fielding about a

but hating it anyway. So rather than sit still, I take Rafe from the table to a small living area on the far side of the room and spread out a little blanket for us so that we can

I can’t believe it. And he’s so bright, and sweet, and cheerful – god, I can barely believe that he’s mine. He’s

blow a raspberry on his little belly. “Do you know how cute you

and I feel a pulse down our bond – a little happy

out his little pudgy hands to touch my cheeks and my

voice above me says, and I jump a little and then laugh when I see Sinclair standing above us, his arms crossed over his chest in mock

laugh harder, sitting

just giggles up at him. ” You’d better knock it off, kid

hand and tugging him down so that he sits on the floor next

and then dropping his head slightly so that he can run his lips over the skin of my neck. “Just make sure you always keep me at the top of your

we’ll see how well you do at that once you have a

pretend she’s a

A little girl trapsing around with Rafe and Cora’s son, getting into all the messes that boys do? There’s no part of you that would overreact to her being in any kind of danger as she played boys’ sports, participated in boys’ activities, learning how to fight and be

daughter? She can handle

“Your daughter would be strong enough to handle that, to

melts a little then, the way his eyes go soft as he looks at me, truly hears my words. “Trouble,” he growls, lifting hand