Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 342: Bunker Life

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

over, admiring his little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed from sleep.

this will surely be a busy, complicated

it end

Sinclair

little later in the morning we gather in the conference room at

have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our reconnaissance, to make

little pang of guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing

little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella

doing fine, Dominic,” my father murmurs to me as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

ask, surprised.

a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort

it clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed

grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then I laugh

all have in

I shake my head

it off, leaning in front of me to look

came up

Cora and Ella come through the

the baby to

handing out little cups

his eyes wide as he looks at

Roger and our mates, trying to

not see the issue here?” he gestures

little disturbed that I don’t, I

down his face swiftly

this, since you’ve

walked into your life

start, but Roger gives me a significant look and I shut my mouth,

my chest but letting him

but you let her get away with things that you

usually right!” I protest, but he continues

–

into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being

Roger,

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