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 –”

his hand on the swell of my stomach then, drawing my attention to it, reminding me that he’s here –

so that they rest on either side of my baby. Then I close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow, and

there. I can feel him, my ties to him. My bond with my baby. I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my heart down our bond, and feeling a little pulse back. He hears me. He

body relax. I open my eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected joy.

exhales a huge rush of air, grasping one of my hands and lowering his head

a long

a few minutes. To come flying back to reality after such a hard few weeks, after days of struggling in the dream state to get here. It is hard

there’s no where else I’d want to

I hear Roger murmur, and then his footsteps move to the door,

opening my eyes and reaching my other hand for her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting us have our moment as I take her hand. “Are you

all right,” she huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling down her own cheeks.

to help myself, and then glance down at my poor beat up little body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak but there is also…a warmth, a stillness in me that feels… I frown, looking up at her. “Did you…do something

a little and running her hand through her hair. “Yeah? I gave you back mom’s the Goddess’s – the gift, I gave it back to you,” she stumbles, not really

straighter in my bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?! I gave it to you

”

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of course I

little mad now. “It’s a gift from a Goddess – from our mom

”

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

up at him and then turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at her. “But as soon as

wiping the tears off of

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in, Rafe hot on his

to me. He quickly scans my face, his expression worried. “I have to say, I’m shocked to see you awake –” He quickly grasps my wrist, feeling for a pulse and turning towards the monitors behind them, scanning them

I say, hesitating, looking up at Sinclair.

Goddess, if you will,” he observes, a little humor in his voice. The doctor’s face screws

to the monitors. “Whatever it was

further and wincing as a sharp pain spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to

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