Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 275

Chapter 275

Bonded

Ella

My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them.

“Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where –

“Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…”

I peel my eyelids apart, then, confused at the effort. It’s like I haven’t opened my eyes for weeks…

My vision comes back to me slowly, the room around me coming into focus with effort. I blink rapidly, looking around at Sinclair, and Cora, and Roger all standing around me, peering at me with worried faces. I feel very suddenly like Dorothy, when she wakes up from her trip to Oz.

“What?” I murmur, my voice thick and my throat scratchy. Suddenly anxious, I try to sit up, pushing at the bed beneath me but –

What the hell were all these wires, tied to my arms?

“Easy, trouble,” Sinclair whispers, pressing his hand to my shoulder, keeping me down. My body responds to his command, relaxing backwards as I look up at him. But…

“Where am I?” I ask, staring at him, and then I press my eyes closed. It’s all just too much.

“You’re in the hospital,” I hear my sister explain. “After the gift, at the temple…”

But her voice fades, almost as if I can’t hear it. I feel my heart start to pound, my breath ratchet up as my memories start to come back to me. Of being on the temple steps of Cora there, and what we learned about each other of Sinclair’s warm arms around me –

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And then, nothing – and then clouds – and Sinclair again, and my baby –

Oh my god, where was my baby?

“Rafe?” I gasp, spinning towards Sinclair as my eyes fly open, desperate. “Where is Rafe?” Then I start to look all around me, searching for him – he’s here, he has to be, I remember him, my little baby, wrapped in white swaddling, holding him in my arms

“A dream,” Sinclair says hurriedly, “it was a dream, Ella – we met him in the dream –”

it, reminding me that he’s here – of course

Then I close my eyes,

I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my heart

eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected joy. I look up to Sinclair and nod. “Okay.

rush of air, grasping one of my hands and lowering his

a long minute as tears start to

such a hard few weeks, after days of struggling in the

there’s no where else I’d want to

then his footsteps move to the door, heading

her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting

I all right,” she huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling

I think so?” I feel so weak but there is

hair. “Yeah? I gave you back mom’s the Goddess’s – the gift, I gave it back to you,” she stumbles, not really knowing

gasp then, working to sit up straighter in my bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?! I gave it to you –

”

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being ridiculous – you were dying – of course I gave

Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get

”

to him as I feel suddenly guilty and a little childish, arguing with my sister like this in front of him, especially when I’m clearly so sick. I look up at him, my eyes apologetic, and I see his face instantly soften. “Please, Ella,” he begs.” You’re so weak – and she saved you with it – it can’t

raising a finger to point

laughs, agreeing to these terms, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “Whatever you

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tight in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not one of my normal

see you awake –” He quickly grasps my wrist, feeling

say, hesitating, looking up at Sinclair. “Not precisely

Goddess, if you will,” he observes, a little humor in his voice. The doctor’s face screws up further with confusion but then he simply exhales quickly and shakes his head,

monitors. “Whatever it was

back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to me,

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