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…”

unable to keep the little smile from

him in the air with your

on him,

a smug shrug that makes

then he

I say, raising my

the gift on Cora, patching her up,

battered needing quite a bite

a sigh, but they’re both fine now. And so are

little push on the shoulder, wondering why his

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

going on with you?”

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

down at himself, or at least

into the tiny bed with me. I’m not in

were asleep for three whole days,

he asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

the gift?”

him carefully.

to you, and then Hank and

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

laugh.

asleep?” my mate asks me, smiling

can fix you up,” I say, ” but I can’t make new blood, or restore

here, letting the worry of the past three days

I hadn’t been there, if I had

still been bound…” into

pulls me close so that my body is as

head tucked neatly under

into my hair. “I can…never thank you. I’m

say quietly, my voice

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

our lives – I don’t want

can feel him

You’re right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting my body

like this. Peace, now.

to hell that he means it – because

My mate, my baby,

promise,” he says. “I

say, clenching my jaw shut against the hope that blooms

want to

I also know that this isn’t finished.

to be tied up.

when we hear the soft creak

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

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

the blinds closed

say, working to

me and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair.

him in the dream

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

sit

looking a little

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

shooting my mate a smirking little glare as

the chart off of the end of

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

lets the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath,