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…”

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

more about how you caught him

a mark on him, Dominic –

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

then he continues.

raising my eyebrows with the

up, and then the slightly worse memory

arriving at the clinic, terribly battered needing quite

a long story,” I say with a sigh, but they’re both

a little

that he asked about. “Seriously? Not curious at all about

going on with you?”

that,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a

and glancing down at himself, or at least as much as he can

with me. I’m not

asleep for three whole days,

eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed me?

the gift?”

watching him carefully. “I patched you

you, and then Hank and Roger helped me

you’re very heavy -“I inform him,

laugh.

asleep?” my mate asks

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

the worry of the past

Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I had …if my

still been bound…” into

then and pulls me close so that my

neatly under his chin. “You saved me,

can…never thank you. I’m so grateful.

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

“It was so…so scary. We can’t keep doing this – living

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

can feel him nodding, agreeing with

not worth it. I can’t keep putting

line like this.

promise?” I sigh, hoping to hell that he

My mate, my baby, and

promise,” he says. “I swear it,

clenching my jaw shut against the hope that blooms in

to

finished. That there are still loose

to be tied up.

when we hear

peering over Sinclair’s arm.

room at us. It’s late in the

drawn the

say, working to

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

calling for him in

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

to sit

Hank,” my mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him, which

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

shooting my mate a smirking little glare as he comes

end of the bed,

I…don’t think he liked it very

awkwardness pass and takes a deep