Surrogate For Alpha Dom

#Chapter 274 – Bonded

Ella

My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them.

“Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where –

“Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…”

I peel my eyelids apart, then, confused at the effort. It’s like I haven’t opened my eyes for weeks…

My vision comes back to me slowly, the room around me coming into focus with effort. I blink rapidly, looking around at Sinclair, and Cora, and Roger all standing around me, peering at me with worried faces. I feel very suddenly like Dorothy, when she wakes up from her trip to Oz.

“What?” I murmur, my voice thick and my throat scratchy. Suddenly anxious, I try to sit up, pushing at the bed beneath me but –

What the hell were all these wires, tied to my arms?

“Easy, trouble,” Sinclair whispers, pressing his hand to my shoulder, keeping me down. My body responds to his command, relaxing backwards as I look up at him. But…

“Where am I?” I ask, staring at him, and then I press my eyes closed. It’s all just too much.

“You’re in the hospital,” I hear my sister explain. “After the gift, at the temple…”

But her voice fades, almost as if I can’t hear it. I feel my heart start to pound, my breath ratchet up as my memories start to come back to me. Of being on the temple steps of Cora there, and what we learned about each other of Sinclair’s warm arms around me –

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And then, nothing – and then clouds – and Sinclair again, and my baby –

Oh my god, where was my baby?

for him – he’s here, he has to be, I remember him, my little baby, wrapped

a dream, Ella – we met him in the

hand on the swell of my stomach then, drawing my attention to it, reminding me that he’s here – of

breathe, moving my own hands so that they rest on either side of my baby. Then I close my eyes, resting my head

I can feel him, my ties to him. My bond with my baby. I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my heart down our bond, and feeling a little

I say again, feeling my whole body relax. I open my eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected joy. I look up to Sinclair and nod. “Okay. Yes.

huge rush of air, grasping one of my hands and lowering his head so that

for a long minute as tears start to slide down my

back to reality after such a hard few weeks, after days of struggling in the dream state to get here. It is hard on

there’s no where else I’d want to

get the doctor,” I hear Roger murmur, and then his footsteps

room.

reaching my other hand for her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting us have our moment as I take her hand. “Are

huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling down her

so?” I feel so weak but there is also…a warmth, a stillness in me that

back mom’s the Goddess’s – the gift, I gave it back to you,” she

in my bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?!

”

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– you were dying – of course I gave it back to you I didn’t even want it

“It’s a gift from a Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get

”

when I’m clearly so sick. I look up at him, my eyes apologetic, and I see his face instantly soften. “Please, Ella,” he

him and then turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at her. “But as soon

the tears off of her cheeks. “Whatever

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in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not

you awake –” He quickly grasps my wrist, feeling for a pulse and turning towards the monitors behind them, scanning them for new information.

at

still holding my hand. “An intervention from the Goddess, if you will,” he observes, a little humor in his voice. The doctor’s face screws up further with confusion but then he simply exhales quickly and shakes

the monitors. “Whatever it was it is

wincing as a sharp pain spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to me, scenting me, clearly working to figure out what’s wrong and how he can

the last time I was in here.” “Good,” I say, almost under my breath,

doctor scolds, turning towards me and frowning. “You’re still incredibly weak. You have days yet in this hospital – tests,

slowly shakes his head too, letting me know he agrees with the doctor. “I want you home as well, baby,” he murmurs, “both of you. But he’s been good,” Sinclair says, glancing at the doctor. “We go when he says we can,