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…”

totally fine,” I say, unable to keep the little smile from my mouth. ” Though

him in the

a mark on him, Dominic –

a smug shrug that

then he continues.

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

on Cora, patching her up, and then the slightly

at the clinic, terribly battered needing quite

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

giving him a little push on the shoulder,

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

going on with you?”

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

at least as

tiny bed with

you were asleep for three whole

he asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But

the gift?”

him carefully. “I

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

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

laugh.

why was I asleep?” my mate

can fix you up,” I say, ” but

here, letting the worry of the past three days

bad, Dominic. If I hadn’t

still been bound…” into

then and pulls me close so

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

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

lose you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice shaking a little as I

We can’t keep doing this – living like

now – and the rest of our lives – I don’t want to

know,” he replies, and I can feel him nodding, agreeing with

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

this. Peace, now.

that he means it – because that’s.

the world. My mate,

he says. “I swear

my jaw shut against the

to believe him so

that this isn’t finished. That there are still

to be tied up.

still holding me tight when we hear

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

light of the room at us. It’s late

drawn the blinds

say, working to

me and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

calling for him in

happily as I lean forward and smile at

works to sit up behind me.

my mate murmurs, looking a little

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

shooting my mate a smirking

chart off of the end of the

think he liked it very much. How

awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching his