Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 379-Family Planning Ella

We’re an almost ridiculously cheerful group about an hour later when Roger and

Cora come to join me and Sinclair in his little clinic room.

Roger is first through the door, his face stark with worry as he storms into the

room after getting word – probably from Hank – that Sinclair is awake.

“Dominic -” he says, all anxiety as Cora follows him in, closing the door quietly

behind them. But Roger stops in his tracks when he sees Dominic sitting up

happily in bed, smiling down at Rafe who has just woken up from his nap and

finished eating. I’m sitting happily on Sinclair’s side, so I have a front-row seat.

“Hey, Rog,” Sinclair says, looking up and giving his brother a warm smile.

“Seriously?” Roger asks, staring a little dumbfounded at his brother. “You – you

sleep for three days after being miraculously healed and all I get is ‘Hey Rog’?”

“What else do you want?” Sinclair asks, frowning confusedly at his brother.

“I don’t know,” Roger says, throwing out an exasperated hand. “Something more

significant I guess – maybe some kind of address to the fact that you had us

worried sick when you wouldn’t wake up

“Ignore him,” Cora says happily, crossing the room to Sinclair’s side and

dropping a happy little kiss on his cheek. “He’s just had a hard couple of days

groveling to Hank after punching him in the face and handing Rafe back to his

kidnapper.”

Roger scowls, sinking his hands into his pockets and glaring around at the three

of us. “Seriously? Three days later, and I can’t get a break about that?”

“We’ve forgiven you,” I say, raising my eyebrows and gesturing between me and

Cora – and, I admit, enjoying his awkwardness a little bit. “But Dominic,” I say,

pointing at my mate now, “hasn’t even had a chance to be mad. Not to mention

Rafe, when we tell him in ten years. He’s gonna be pissed.”

Roger clenches his hands into fists and glares around at all of us, starting to get

pissed again, and Sinclair – to my glee – feeds into it.

“You’re demoted,” he says with a deep Alpha’s command, glaring back at his

brother. “No longer my Beta, Roger. I’ll see what I can do about getting you

some menial command, see if you can earn my trust back-

“Dom-“Roger gasps, his face falling, but the slow smile that spreads across

Sinclair’s face has me and Cora cackling. Roger quickly figures out the joke.

a few steps forward to smack

calf.

to be hurt and flinching

I’m healing -”

slack, but when we all burst again into laughter he

glares at us. “I reject all of you,” he

the bonds of mate, of

I can see him fighting his smile. “Because I refuse

bonded to jerks who take joy in my guilt and

interrupts,

apparently picking up on the good

one blames you for anything. Except

edge of the

shoulders. “I almost wish

kidnap Rafe,” he

wouldn’t have to be

insincerely down at him.

of course,

growls, pulling her close and

shifting Rafe who he hasn’t put down

in his hands so

watch my mate with his baby boy, pleased to see

between

okay,” Cora says, smiling down at herself and

– I also lost a lot of blood 1

healed me,” she gives a little shrug and meets Sinclair’s

for a day or two but Roger says that the connection is still

reason to be

raising his eyebrows.

Cora says, raising her eyebrows a little sarcastically, “As long

his buddy, I’m glad my pregnancy

right attitude, sis,” I

asks, leaning back

door. “In

lot of guilt.”

of the men took a

not everyone made it.

of guilt for what everyone went through – and especially for

grandkids at risk.

aside, of course – have spent a lot of time trying to

to the plan, we all thought it was best. But he

it go.

to him,”

his head at his brother.

his eyes on his own

our own bond, that he’s hoping to hell he

ever feels like he’s failed Rafe

failed his children now. “Of course

myself tighter against my mate’s side,

want him to know that

to me, grateful, and presses a little kiss

him with my nose as he turns back his brother and I

Roger, I find my eyes falling on Cora who looks

her eyes. And as I tilt my

blush

I realize, quite suddenly, that it’s jealousy. Because

growing closer every day…she