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…”

the little smile from my mouth. ” Though

you caught him

on

with a smug shrug that makes me laugh again.

he continues.

my eyebrows

on Cora, patching her up, and

the clinic, terribly battered needing quite a bite of

with a sigh, but they’re both fine now.

I add, giving him a little push on the shoulder, wondering why his

that he asked about. “Seriously? Not curious at all about

going on with you?”

that,” he murmurs, rolling his

at

the tiny bed with me. I’m not

for

he asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But

the gift?”

I say quietly, watching him carefully.

we got to you, and then Hank

– you’re very heavy -“I inform him, giving him a little

laugh.

why was I asleep?” my mate asks me, smiling

up,” I say, ” but I

I pause here, letting the worry of the

was really bad, Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I had …if my gift

still been bound…” into

head then and pulls me close so that my body is as flush

neatly under his chin. “You saved

hair. “I can…never thank you.

I say quietly, my voice shaking a little as

scary. We can’t keep doing this

our lives – I don’t

I can feel him nodding, agreeing with me. “I’m so

worth it. I can’t

line like this. Peace,

hoping to hell that he means it

My mate, my

he says. “I swear it,

shut against the hope that blooms

want to

also know that this isn’t finished. That there are still

to be tied up.

holding me tight when we hear the soft creak of

lift my head a little, peering over Sinclair’s

the room at us. It’s late in

the blinds

I say, working

in surprise

calling for him in the

say, nodding happily as I lean forward and

to sit

murmurs, looking a little ruefully

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

Hank says, shooting my mate a

of the end of the bed, flipping through it.

I…don’t think he liked it very much.

the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath,