Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 378

#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…”

want to hear more

smug shrug that

then he continues. “Cora?

her up, and then the slightly

add, giving him a little push on the shoulder, wondering

knew that,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a little experimentally and glancing down at himself, or at least as much as he can see tucked into the tiny bed

were asleep for three whole

raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But

say quietly, watching him carefully. “I patched you up almost immediately when we got to you, and then Hank and Roger helped

my mate asks me,

restore lost energy.” I pause here, letting the worry of the past three days creep my face a little.

his as it can be, my head tucked neatly under

keep doing this – living like this. We have Rafe

Ella. Never again. You’re right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting my body on the line

it – because that’s. all I want in the world. My mate, my baby,

says. “I swear

hope that blooms

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

little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I smile when I see Hank peering through. the dim light of the room at us.

Hank,” I say, working

in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he up?” Hank asks. “Did calling for him in the

forward and smile at my while Sinclair too works to sit

a little ruefully at him, which makes me

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