Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 349-Ella

“It’s been too long,” I mutter, twisting my fingers together with my eyes fixed on the hard iron door of the bunker. I have one hand on Rafe’s little carrier as he sleeps peacefully beside the two uncomfortable chairs that Cora and I dragged down the hall, wanting to be as close to the entrance as possible so that we get news as soon as it comes.

“Ella,” Cora seethes through her teeth. “You have got to stop saying that. You’re making me freak out.”

“It’s not me that’s making you flip out,” I retort, angry. “It’s our idiot mates, who insisted on leaving here four hours ago and haven’t called once to let us know that they’re all right -”

But then, as if my words are magic, the door bangs open and Cora and I instantly leap up from our seats.

I gasp, almost breaking into tears when I see that the first figure through the door is my mate. I hurl myself towards Sinclair, intent on wrapping him in my arms, but I come to a skidding stop as I realize that he’s carrying one of his men, unconscious and bloody and

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I stop and actually look at my mate 1 notice the burns that have ripped through his clothes, leaving red welts across his exposed skin

Notice the horrible burned flesh of the man in his arms –

Sinclair’s eyes linger on me for half a longing second before moving sharply to my sister. “Cora,” he gasps, “help – it’s bad -”

She rushes to him in a moment, assessing the soldier, but Sinclair jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making her look up at him. “We need – we need space them-” all of

I understand what my mate means, as I see my sister’s face go pale. But she snaps immediately into her professional demeanor,

“You’re my nurse

help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier

room,” she demands, turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns, pointing down the

move, more of the men begin to stumble through the door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of

the injured men who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going

him immediately, working to sling his arm around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward as I feel his body shift hard

to also balance Rafe’s carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me

who can walk by themselves through the door

Sinclair and I have to ourselves. I look around swiftly and see my mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man on my shoulder to the closest bed, holding steady while he

you all right?” I

fine,” he groans, waving a hand at me. “It hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you,

help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands

stop myself from pressing myself up against him

cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his son, for just for a moment before looking over to the

lightly

grabbing his hand. He turns to her, torn, wanting to go

breathes,