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…”

say, unable to keep the little smile from

caught him in the air

mark on

skills,” he says with a smug shrug that makes me

then he continues. “Cora?

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

on Cora, patching her up, and then the

clinic, terribly battered needing

sigh, but

little push on the shoulder,

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

going on with you?”

that,” he

and glancing down at himself, or at least as much as he can

tiny bed with me.

asleep for

raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed

the gift?”

I say quietly, watching him carefully. “I patched you

you, and then Hank and Roger helped me

inform him, giving him a

laugh.

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

say, ” but I can’t make new

the worry of the past three days

If I hadn’t been

still been bound…” into

then and pulls me close so that my

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

into my hair. “I can…never thank you.

say quietly, my voice

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

rest of our lives – I

I can feel him nodding,

right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting

line like this.

that he means it – because that’s.

in the world. My mate, my baby, and

says. “I swear it,

clenching my jaw shut against the hope

want to believe him so

this isn’t finished. That there are still loose

to be tied up.

is still holding me tight when we hear

I lift my head a little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I smile

through. the dim light of the room at

the blinds closed

Hank,” I say,

then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is

him in the

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

works to sit up

looking a

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

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

end of the bed, flipping through

I…don’t think he liked it very much.

awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching