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 end

Sinclair

in the morning we gather in the conference room at

we have brought with us, but honestly I’m

of guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit more than relaxing

I am allowed to indulge, a 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 and Rafe need my attention as well, just as much as my business and political life. And, considering what Roger and Cora went through yesterday, they needed

to my side, his

“What?” I ask, surprised.

on the table and beginning to sort through

your father, boy. We still have a bond, even

us and gives us a sharp little nod, which

have in

loop, but I shake my head

shrugs it off, leaning in front of me

up with last

when Cora and Ella

to everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby

out little cups

Roger says, his eyes wide

and our mates, trying to figure

his voice tight, “do you not see the issue here?” he gestures

I don’t, I shake

scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly in a

forgive you for this, since you’ve

into

I start, but Roger gives me a significant

chest but

and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t

I protest, but he continues speaking,

–

judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know

my eyebrow at

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