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 kiss on my hair: “But

back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um – all

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little

To get the worst of it from our faces and hands?

to pack the

little, heading to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow,

to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the task for which they

”

–

laugh rumbles a little but we both move on quickly, heading together to

a bit of

changing essentials as we can

arms when the other needs both hands. It is an instinct, I

to keep him close.

horrible day largely

a few minutes and head

is shattered off its

anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and not even looking at

of our entry.

shrug, following close behind him. “But we can improvise, yes?”

we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my side for a

doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of

room quickly, where

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

towards another. There are second cars behind each of these

ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and Roger already have

in place for this kind of

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