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…”

fine,” I say, unable to keep the little smile

hear more about how you caught him in the air with your teeth and

mark on him,

smug shrug

he continues.

both okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows with the pleased

her up, and then

terribly battered needing quite a bite of

a sigh, but they’re

giving him a little push on the

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

going on with you?”

I think I knew that,” he murmurs, rolling his

himself, or at least as much

bed with me. I’m not in pain

asleep for three whole days,

raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But

the gift?”

say quietly, watching him carefully.

you, and then Hank and

heavy -“I inform him, giving him a little glare that makes

laugh.

asleep?” my mate asks me, smiling

can fix you up,” I say, ”

pause here, letting the worry of the past three days creep my face

Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I

still been bound…” into

shakes his head then and pulls me close so that my body

my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved me, Ella,”

into my hair. “I can…never thank you.

quietly, my voice shaking a

scary. We can’t keep doing this – living like this.

of our lives – I don’t want to

he replies, and I can feel him nodding, agreeing

again. You’re right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep

like this. Peace, now.

promise?” I sigh, hoping to hell that he means it –

My

he says. “I swear it,

shut against the hope

to

finished. That there are still

to be tied up.

when we hear the soft

a little, peering over Sinclair’s arm.

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

drawn the blinds

Hank,” I say, working to sit

and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

in the dream

say, nodding happily as I lean forward and smile at my while

to sit up behind

looking a little ruefully at him, which makes

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

a smirking little glare as he

end of the bed, flipping through it. “Roger

he liked it very

the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath,