Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 406 – Pillow plans Ella

I sigh, closing my eyes for a second. “I forgot all about the Atalaxians,” I murmur.

“You’ve had a long day,” Sinclair replies, even though that’s not really an excuse. Not for a Queen, who needs to balance it all. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before opening my eyes and looking at him again.

“What I want,” I say quietly, “is a big team to go solve a lot of the overarching problems with the refugees. Doctors, lawyers, social workers anyone who can help us start to patch the big problems there, to get these camps functioning not as a holding space but as a system that helps people get back to their lives, or start new ones.”

I think more on his question of how long I think this will take. “But once that’s done…” I shrug a little, “I won’t need such a big team, once that’s accomplished. But I still want systems in place that help people, and I want to run them. Would that be…possible?”

“I think it’s very possible,” Sinclair says seriously, reaching out a hand to stroke my hair. “And I think it’s very good of you to want to do it. When do you want to start?”

“Tomorrow,” I say, my eyes going wide. “I need to go to the Human Camp – I need to see if anyone there needs to be healed immediately, especially the children – ”

Sinclair laughs, shaking his head at me. I make a little squeak of protest at his wanting to delay me, but he shakes his head, letting me know that I’m misinterpreting him. “I’ll make sure you have the bodyguards to do it, first thing in the morning. The lawyers and social workers – they’ll take a bit longer. Is that all right?”

“Yes!” I breathe, suddenly incredibly excited. And then my eyes fill with tears again as I smile at my mate, as I scooch closer across the gigantic bed until our baby is frankly squeezed between us, wanting to be close to my mate and our child at the same time. ” Thank you, Dominic.”

“Of course, Ella,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. We stay like that for a long moment, passing love between our bond in a steady loop, each of us connecting with Rafe so that he feels it too. He gives us a contented little burble in reply.

“Although Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, making me look up at him.

“What?” I ask, curious and a little worried. “This time?” he says, leaning in to hold my gaze, making sure he hears me. “You’re taking your phone.”

And I laugh, nodding and tucking my head under his chin, perfectly happy and excited about our new plans. Okay, love,” I sigh, content. “I’ll take my phone. I promise.”

Cora

completely beat that evening as I unlock the door to our little house – but even if I’m almost too exhausted to feel my own feet beneath me,

look around, I still can’t quite believe it – that Ella and Sinclair gave us this house, that it’s really ours. At first

and we feel more and more

starts to settle in. That

smile down at my belly, running a hand over it even though I’m not showing at all. Because in a couple of months, we’re going to bring a little baby home

breath a bit, I’m so happy. But I inhale deeply and look

them, eager to be at my side. He reaches me almost in an

too, feels a little unreal, especially after the horrible things that I saw

hell did I get

his face back from mine just an inch, his arms still wrapped around my waist. “I was

my head a little. “It was…a crazier day

moving to the door to twist the lock and then taking my hand, leading me into the kitchen where I’m sure that there’s some kind of takeout waiting for

pleasure as my suspicions are confirmed. Roger opens the fridge and pulls out some packages of my favorite Thai noodles. He starts to put them into a bowl for me as I sit down at the table and continue. “There were so many children there who needed help. Ella healed the ones who needed it most – but it was…it was

Roger replies, bringing me my food along with a big glass of cold water. “Well – or maybe not to hear it. But I’m surprised that I didn’t know that it was so bad that so many children were suffering. That seems

slurp up the noodles eagerly, so hungry that I’m unable to help myself from being messy. But in my heart, I know Roger couldn’t care less, so I allow myself to dig in and indulge. “I guess Sinclair didn’t have all of his information systems

back?” Roger asks, curious, and I

I look up at him. “Tomorrow, if we can. But to the human camps. There’s just… so much to do. So many people who need immediate help – and Ella really can provide that immediate care that other doctors can’t. And she needs me,”

this point to understand exactly what I mean. But then

know there’s something he’s not saying. Roger just

shaking my head a little. “That

raises a hand, asking me to wait. And, obliging my dear mate, I do. After a moment