Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“I can’t wait any longer” I say, two hours, one shower, and three sandwiches later. I stand up in the tiny steel kitchen, accidentally scattering the bag of chips I was picking at all over the counter. Honestly, I wasn’t even eating because I was hungry. I was just trying to distract myself.

“Ella,” Sinclair sighs, reaching for my wrist.

“No!” I say, moving away from his grasp. “They’re being selfish! They know I’m dying to know!”

“Let them take their time!” Sinclair urges, standing up with me. I turn to glare at him and see him looking longingly at the hallway as well.

“See?” I say, pointing at him and narrowing my eyes. “You want to go too.”

Caught, he looks at me and grimaces a little. “Well, obviously I want to go talk to them, Ella,” he says, rolling his eyes. “He’s my brother as much as she’s your sister – I want to know as badly as you do –”

“Then let’s go!” I laugh, slapping my hand on the table and grinning down at the baby, who looks at me curiously. I laugh again at his expression and coo down at him. “Let’s go see your auntie and your Roger and your new cousin!”

“Ella,” Sinclair warns, stoic. “It’s not right. They’re entitled to their time alone!”

“Oh whatever,” I say, waving a hand to dismiss the Idea as I grabbing the half–empty bag of chips off the table. “She’s probably hungry. She’s a pregnant woman! She needs sustenance!”

And then, before he can stop me, I’m charging down the hall, determined to see my sister and learn everything.

“No, stop!” Sinclair calls half–heartedly behind me, and grin over my shoulder at him, because I know he could catch and stop me if he wanted to. I laugh then, hurrying towards the door to our room and reaching for it, thinking that my mate is just as nosy as I am – he just has more qualms about indulging in it.

rap lightly on the door before pushing it open. “Hello!” I sing, sweeping into the room, my heart swelling with happiness when I see Cora laying down on the bed, her head propped up against the pillows, her shirt pushed up a little and Roger pressing his ear low against her stomach.

she says, her face breaking out into a huge smile that does my heart so,

arrived at the bunker. And as I cross to her I think, suddenly, about the insane swing that this

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were attacked this morning – that I killed a man,

bedroom…

Cora gasps, her voice suddenly worried. Suddenly alert, Roger sits up, likewise looking

hard on the bed and doing my best to smile at them as

realizing that she, too, forgot about my morning in the excitement of this afternoon, and she opens her arms to me so I can come in for a hug. Sinclair closes the door behind him and comes to my side, taking the baby from me before I move across the bed

bed, the baby happily tucked against his arm. All right? he asks me,

my elbow. “Cheer me up, then, distract me from the fact that my baby was almost kidnapped this morning by telling me all about

and giving a little shrug. “There’s nothing much to say yet, Ella,” she says. “I’m barely pregnant. If a woman came to me in this condition, just

and casually brushing his hair away

and I both laugh and she swats his head a little, making him sit up

leans towards his brother, curious. “Do you feel the bond, Roger?”

his face drops a little, making my stomach twist. Cora likewise notices that something is off and she

looks at Sinclair, blinking, remembering. “Yes,” she says softly. “I remember you

it,” he says to her, reassuring, but then he looks back at Sinclair. “But it feels….different to me,” he

you feel it, yes?” I say eagerly, leaning forward, wanting it to be all right. Sinclair slides his hand over to take mine, reassuring.

his brother. “All bonds are different, it doesn’t have to be exactly like what I

from very early on. And you said that you

the baby’s sex?” I ask, leaning forward to stare

I’m getting…” he sighs and opens his eyes,

his brother’s shoulder,