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.”

close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But we

a little and squaring my shoulders as I look

the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit and

it

need to pack

station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a

and handing them to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To

”

–

both move on quickly, heading

with the essentials – a bit of

we can fit. Neither of us put Rafe down

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

to keep him

day

and head for

is shattered off its hinges.

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

of our

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

hurry down the stairs, not

of soldiers next to him carrying boxes of whatever they could

phone,” I murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I grab it off the table.

us move out of the house.

There are

don’t ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and Roger

place for this kind of

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