Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 343-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.

I sigh a little, thinking that this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with sweet starts like

it

Sinclair

gather in the conference room at the end of the bunker’s

us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night

through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing

some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to

rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no one

“What?” I ask, surprised.

on the table and beginning to

father, boy. We still

clasp a hand on my father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both

bodily movements we all have in common. My dad laughs a little

of the loop, but I shake my head at him a little to let him

missing anything big and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me to look at the

came up with last

Cora and Ella come through the door,

showing off the baby to anyone who wants to

Cora handing out little cups of coffee that

eyes wide as

ask, looking between Roger and our mates, trying to figure out

not see the issue here?” he gestures towards

a little disturbed that I don’t, I shake

down his face swiftly in a mix

going to forgive you for this, since you’ve been a

into

gives me a significant look and I shut my mouth, frowning and

arms over my chest but letting

I love her, but you let her get away with things that you

but he continues

–

getting to know both

raise my eyebrow at Roger, but

“I thus am more aware of what they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for Ella, you think she’s funny