Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 351-Coral

Roger gives a rough, sarcastic little laugh. “Jealousy? Jealousy? Cora, this has nothing to do with jealousy-

“Then what is it?” I ask, confused.” Honestly, Roger – if it’s not jealousy, then what else is your reason for not wanting Hank here to take over for me, and treat these men when I need to rest?” And Roger goes still, at a loss for words, because…

Ella starts to laugh suddenly, and then slaps a hand over her mouth. Roger growls and glares at her, but she just shakes her head in apology, still unable to help it.

“He’s not jealous,” I say to Ella defensively, choosing allegiance over truth and working hard to keep a smile off my face as I stand close to my man and slip an arm around his waist. Because I’m little pleased, honestly, to see Roger want me all to himself, to be protective enough that he doesn’t want Hank anywhere near me. “He’s just…” and I hesitate, smiling up at Roger, shaking my head because I don’t know what to say.

“What I am is done with the two of you,” Roger growls, peeling his arm from around my waist and glaring at the two of us. “Sisters,” he scoffs, and then points a finger between us. “I’ll stay up treating these men all damn night myself, if that’s what it takes,” he continues. “But no Hank in the bunker. Are we clear?”

“Yes, baby,” I murmur, moving close to him again and laughing a little as I wrap my arms around him again.” Whatever you say.”

“Damn right, whatever I say,” Roger mutters, his feathers still a little ruffled. And then, after a minute, he whispers to me again. “We’ll send them out,” he says, “as soon as Sinclair wakes up. The ones you want to have further treatment? I won’t stop them from getting it, just because I…don’t want him here.”

“Okay,” I whisper, resting my head against my mate’s chest and smiling softly. “That’s a good plan.”

Ella

We worked for hours more, to the point where I think that Cora was falling asleep on her feet. But I couldn’t leave her didn’t want to let the entire burden of healing all of the men who went on the mission on her shoulders.

contacted Hank and arranged for the worst hurt to be transferred to the hospital once Cora got them stable enough to go, but there was still an incredible amount of work to do after that changing bandages, checking vitals, ensuring that everyone was fed and had water. We’re lucky, really, that Sinclair foresaw this as a possibility and

when suddenly I felt a warm hand on my hip. I didn’t jump – either because I had

to look up into his face, and then peer down at our baby curled against his chest. Rafe was awake, blinking

– ” I said, looking over my shoulder for Cora – not wanting to leave her – but I saw

voice call, and I turned, surprised, to see Henry at

murmured as Sinclair and I crossed

and quirking his fingers so that I understood that he wanted like me to bend down so that he can see the baby.

Rafe’s cheek softly

standing up straight and heaving a huge yawn. We started to pass through the door but Henry called

hesitate, wanting to go back, wanting to ask why, but Sinclair put a

in the cold light of morning, I wake before Sinclair and take a moment to look him over while he’s sleeping. The burns on his body were restricted mostly to the skin that wasn’t

off the bed to turn to Rafe,

boy,” I murmur, bending over his cradle. I lift Rafe up into my arms, joy blooming in me as I consider him. He really is a good baby – he still wakes up in the night when he needs me, of course, but in the mornings he has this remarkable tendency of waking up

reply, of course, but as I sit down I feel Sinclair move his hand over a little to rest against my thigh, letting me know that he’s awake, but not yet up. I smile at him, pleased and understanding, letting him have his minute of silence, and then I feed my baby, savoring the slow

going to be a very busy day. And, considering Henry’s warning the night before, one in which we are going to get some news that we really

peace of the morning doesn’t last long. As I’m still feeding Rafe a knock comes at the door and, groaning, Sinclair gets up to answer it. A few hurried words there has him closing

okay?”

sent some reports from the hospital regarding how our

okay?” I ask in a whisper,