Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 332: Bunker

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice assured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a moment of it – but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and I’m free to be vulnerable again.

“I’m not okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling a little. Sinclair looks

steadily into my eyes, listening. “But I will be.”

promises, drawing me close and placing a single

say, zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um –

says, shaking his head a little bit and looking around the

get the worst of it from our

– we need to pack the essentials and get

changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a

before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought

”

–

but we both move on quickly, heading together to the

two small bags with the essentials – a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and then a

and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of us

other needs both hands. It

keep him close.

this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both, I know, shaken.

minutes and head for the bedroom door –

is shattered off

Sinclair asks, passing through and

remains of our

following close behind him. “But we can improvise,

hand as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my

for us at the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of soldiers

room quickly, where

the group of us move out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and I move

There are second cars

the teams fill. I don’t ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and

this kind of event.

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