Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 378-Rebuild Ella

“Hey, handsome,” I say again, in the real world this time. A little smirk pulls on

my lips as Sinclair’s eyes flutter open. We’re laying pressed quite close together

in the little hospital bed, so I can see every twitch of his eyelash as he begins to

focus on me.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me while he takes a couple of

deep breaths. And then, quite slowly, he lifts a hand close to my face, sliding the

knuckle of his index finger slowly down the length of my cheek. “Hey, trouble,”

he murmurs, his voice scratchy after so many days of disuse.

I burst into a happy grin, so thrilled to see him awake and aware that I can

barely contain myself. But I force myself to stay still, to not grab him, to…. let

him get used to consciousness again in his battered body..

“Rafe?” he asks, his eyes worried as his memories of his last conscious

moments come back to him.

“He’s fine,” I say softly, gesturing with my chin behind my mate, hoping that he

understands that the baby is here in the room with us, asleep. “He missed you,”

I whisper. “He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his dad around to hold him.” I

wrinkle my nose and playfully glare at my mate. “He likes you better.”

A little laugh shudders from Sinclair’s mouth. “Does not,” he murmurs, staring at

me steadily, as if he can’t get enough of the sight of my face. “You feed him, and

sing to him. When you leave the room, he looks for you.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised and pleased. I hadn’t known this before.

“Well, he’s not alone,” Sinclair smirks, shifting forward to press his forehead

against mine, a gesture that makes me grin with pleasure, joy pulsing through

me at a ridiculous rate to have him back. “You’re the center of the world, Ella.

We all turn to you.”

“Good,” I sigh, content. “I like all my boys obsessed with me. Makes it easier to

boss you around.”

Sinclair chuckles a little and then pulls back a bit, frowning. I sigh again, but in

resignation this time because I know our little stolen moment of peace is over

that he needs to know about the world and what’s happened since he’s been

gone from it.

“The priestess?” he asks.

“Dead,” I say solemnly. “Roger killed her the moment after you knocked her

down.”

“And Rafe is…”

keep the little smile from my

to hear more about how you caught him in the air with

mark on him, Dominic –

he says with a smug shrug

then he continues.

okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows with

up,

terribly battered needing

I say with a sigh, but they’re both

him a little push on the

about. “Seriously? Not curious

going on with you?”

I think I knew that,” he murmurs,

himself, or at least as much

the tiny bed with me.

for three

asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed me?

the gift?”

him carefully. “I

when we got to you, and then Hank and Roger helped

heavy -“I inform him, giving him a

laugh.

my mate asks me, smiling a little

you up,” I say, ” but I

of the past

hadn’t been there, if I had

still been bound…” into

pulls me close so that my body is as flush

be, my head tucked neatly under his chin.

“I can…never thank

I say quietly, my voice shaking a little as I

keep doing

the rest of our lives –

he replies, and I can feel him nodding, agreeing with me.

worth it. I

this. Peace,

hoping to hell that he means it – because that’s.

world. My mate, my baby, and

says. “I

shut against the hope that

to believe

that this isn’t finished. That there are still loose ends

to be tied up.

holding me tight when we hear the soft creak of the door

us. I lift my head a little, peering

dim light of the room at us. It’s late in the evening,

the

say, working to sit

at me and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

calling for him in the

lean forward and smile at my while

works to sit

Hank,” my mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him, which makes

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

fine,” Hank says, shooting my mate a smirking little glare as he comes

off of the end of the bed, flipping through

I…don’t think he liked it

lets the awkwardness pass and takes a deep