Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 349 – Triage

Ella

“It’s been too long,” I mutter, twisting my fingers together with my eyes fixed on the hard iron door of the bunker. I have one hand on Rafe’s little carrier as he sleeps peacefully beside the two uncomfortable chairs that Cora and I dragged down the hall, wanting to be as close to the entrance as possible so that we get news as soon as it comes.

“Ella,” Cora seethes through her teeth. “You have got to stop saying that. You’re making me freak out.”

“It’s not me that’s making you flip out,” I retort, angry. “It’s our idiot mates, who insisted on leaving here four hours ago and haven’t called once to let us know that they’re all right -”

But then, as if my words are magic, the door bangs open and Cora and I instantly leap up from our seats.

I gasp, almost breaking into tears when I see that the first figure through the door is my mate. I hurl myself towards Sinclair, intent on wrapping him in my arms, but I come to a skidding stop as I realize that he’s carrying one of his men, unconscious and bloody and

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I stop and actually look at my mate 1 notice the burns that have ripped through his clothes, leaving red welts across his exposed skin

Notice the horrible burned flesh of the man in his arms –

Sinclair’s eyes linger on me for half a longing second before moving sharply to my sister. “Cora,” he gasps, “help – it’s bad -”

She rushes to him in a moment, assessing the soldier, but Sinclair jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making her look up at him. “We need – we need space them-” all of

again, horrified now as I understand what my mate means, as I see my sister’s

snaps. “You’re my

to help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it

to Sinclair. Then she

stumble through the door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain – moans, and groans, cries

who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke in the meeting, who noticed that my attackers didn’t shift as he falls hard against the

around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward as

against my other arm, hoping to

– following the men who can walk by

I look around swiftly and see my mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man on my

all right?” I ask, leaning

bad – thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head back against the

holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over to my mate who is standing now,

pressing myself up against him and raising a hand to

cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his son, for just for a moment before looking over to the door. “I’m sorry,”

course,” I say, touching Sinclair lightly on

his hand. He turns to her, torn, wanting to go and

breathes, her eyes

second. “He’s out helping some of the worst hurt get out of