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

more about how you caught him in the air

a mark on him,

skills,” he says with a smug shrug that

then he continues. “Cora?

both okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows

up, and then

arriving at the clinic, terribly battered

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

giving him a little

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

going on with you?”

think I knew that,” he

or at least as

the tiny bed with

asleep for three

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

the gift?”

him carefully. “I

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

heavy -“I inform him, giving him a

laugh.

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

you up,” I say, ” but I can’t make

here, letting the worry of the past three days creep my

hadn’t been there,

still been bound…” into

and pulls me close so

my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You

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

you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my

We can’t keep doing this –

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

and I can feel him nodding, agreeing with me.

again. You’re right it’s not worth it.

this. Peace, now.

hoping to hell that

world. My mate, my baby,

says. “I

shut against the hope

to believe him

know that this isn’t finished. That there are still loose ends that

to be tied up.

still holding me tight when we hear the soft creak

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

peering through. the dim light of the room at us.

the

I say, working

in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

in the dream

as I lean forward and smile at my

to sit up behind

a little ruefully at him,

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

fine,” Hank says, shooting my mate a smirking little glare

chart off of the end of the

liked it very

and takes a deep breath, stretching his