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…”

the little smile from my mouth. ”

hear more about how you caught him

mark on him, Dominic

with a smug shrug that makes me

then he continues.

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

on Cora, patching her up, and then the slightly worse memory

clinic, terribly battered

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

little push on the shoulder, wondering why his

asked about. “Seriously? Not curious at all about

going on with you?”

he murmurs, rolling his

himself, or at least as much as he

into the tiny bed with me. I’m not

asleep for

raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed

the gift?”

say quietly, watching him carefully.

and then

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

laugh.

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

say, ” but I can’t make new blood,

the worry of the past

hadn’t been there,

still been bound…” into

head then and pulls me close

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

into my hair. “I can…never thank you.

can’t lose you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice

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

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

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

worth

like this. Peace, now.

to hell that

in the world. My mate, my

promise,” he says. “I

I say, clenching my jaw shut against the hope

want to

finished. That there are still loose ends

to be tied up.

holding me tight when we hear

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

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

drawn the blinds

Hank,” I say,

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

in the dream finally

I lean forward and smile

to sit up

my mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him, which makes

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

says, shooting my mate a smirking little glare as he comes

the end of the bed, flipping through

think he liked it

the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching