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…”

keep the little

to hear more about how you caught him in the air

mark on

he says with a smug shrug that makes me laugh again.

then he continues. “Cora?

okay,” I say, raising my

Cora, patching her up, and then the

the clinic, terribly battered needing

I say with a sigh, but they’re both fine

him a little push on the shoulder, wondering why

he asked about. “Seriously?

going on with you?”

I knew that,” he

at himself, or at least as much

with me. I’m not in

asleep for three

asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed me?

the gift?”

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

and then Hank and Roger helped

you’re very heavy -“I inform him, giving him

laugh.

why was I asleep?” my mate asks

fix you up,” I say, ” but I

letting the worry of

hadn’t been there, if I

still been bound…” into

pulls me close so that my body

head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved

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

I say quietly, my voice

We can’t keep doing this –

rest of our lives – I don’t

feel him nodding, agreeing with me. “I’m so

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

like this.

to hell that he means it – because

the world. My mate,

says. “I swear

I say, clenching my jaw shut against the hope that blooms in

want to believe

this isn’t finished. That there are still loose

to be tied up.

me tight when we hear the soft

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

dim light of the room at us.

drawn the blinds closed

Hank,” I say, working to sit

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

for him in the dream

I lean

to sit up behind

mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him,

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

mate a

chart off of the end of the bed,

I…don’t think he liked it very much.

lets the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching