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.

Roger growls, taking a few steps forward to

calf.

to be hurt and flinching his leg away.”

I’m healing -”

slack, but when we all burst again into

arms and glares at us. “I reject all of you,” he murmurs, staring

of us in turn. “I break the bonds of mate, of

I can see him fighting his smile. “Because

to jerks who take joy in my

it, Roger,” Sinclair interrupts, laughing and looking

coos and smiles, apparently picking up on the good

one blames you for anything. Except maybe

a little, sitting down on the edge of the bed

shoulders. “I almost wish it was

Rafe,”

wouldn’t have to be

Cora murmurs, frowning insincerely down at him. “You’ll

of course, admit I was

pulling her close and making

Sinclair asks, shifting Rafe

in his hands so that he can

I bite my lip a little as I watch my mate with his baby boy, pleased to see

runs between the two

at herself

– I

healed me,” she gives a little shrug and meets

anxious for a day or two but Roger says that the connection

there’s any reason

says, raising his eyebrows. “Rafe needs

eyebrows a little sarcastically, “As long

buddy, I’m glad my pregnancy can

attitude, sis,” I sigh, leaning against

asks,

tilts his head back towards the door. “In another room. He’s okay too

And I think he feels a lot of guilt.” He grimaces a little and I

Henry and the rest of the men took a hard

not everyone made it. I know

a lot of guilt for what everyone went through

grandkids at risk.

aside, of course – have spent a lot

plan, we all thought it was best. But

it go.

to him,”

his brother.

his eyes on his own son. And

that he’s hoping to hell he never puts Rafe

ever feels like he’s failed Rafe

failed his children

myself tighter against my mate’s side,

him to know that it’s never

to me, grateful, and presses a

my nose as he turns back his brother and I

I find my eyes falling

And as I tilt my

blush

it’s

close, and growing closer