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 from my

about how you caught him in the air

on him, Dominic

a smug shrug that makes

he

raising my eyebrows with the pleased memory

gift on Cora, patching her up, and then the slightly

the clinic, terribly battered needing quite a bite

say with a sigh, but they’re

giving him a little push on the shoulder, wondering

he asked about. “Seriously? Not curious

going on with you?”

I think I knew that,” he murmurs, rolling

himself, or at

tiny bed with me. I’m not in pain

you were asleep for three whole

he asks, raising his eyebrows in

the gift?”

watching him carefully. “I

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

-“I inform him, giving him a little glare

laugh.

was I asleep?” my mate

say, ” but I can’t make new blood,

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

“It was really bad, Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I

still been bound…” into

shakes his head then and pulls me close so that

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

“I can…never thank you. I’m so grateful. You’re a

you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice shaking

scary. We can’t keep doing this – living

lives – I don’t want to do this

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

worth it. I

this. Peace, now.

hell that he means

the world. My mate, my baby,

says. “I swear it,

jaw shut against the hope that

I want to believe him so

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

to be tied up.

tight when we hear the soft creak of the

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

room at us. It’s

the blinds closed

I say, working to sit

blinks in surprise at Sinclair.

in the dream finally

nodding happily as I lean forward and smile at my while

sit up behind me.

Hank,” my mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

a smirking

of the bed, flipping through

I…don’t think he liked it very much. How are

pass and takes a