Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 276-Home, Finally

Ella

“All right,” the doctor says, sweeping into the room where Sinclair and I are resting together on my hospital bed, my head on my mate’s shoulder as we watch some daytime soap opera I perk up at the doctor’s entrance, eager to hear what he has to say. Sinclair gives a little groan as he sits up and puts his feet on the ground, standing next to the bed to hear the news. I know that he’s not

tired – instead, I think it’s the opposite. All of these days and hours cooped up here in this little room have made him terribly restless. I reach out and take Sinclair’s hand, thanking him, silently,

for all he’s done for me.

“Well?” Sinclair asks, tucking his other hand to his pocket. He looks levelly at the doctor, who has given me perhaps a hundred tests since I woke up a few days ago. Everything from blood work, CT scans, ultrasounds. I’ve been poked and measured and observed so much I feel like a science

experiment.

The doctor pauses before me, flipping through the pages on his clipboard, double- and triple- checking everything. I smile as I watch him do it. For all his cold bedside manner, he really has shown himself to be diligent and dedicated.

“You’ll be happy” the doctor says, letting the pages drop and tucking the clipboard away under his arm. “Everything has come back stable.” He looks seriously at me then before he continues. You’re well enough to go home, Ella, but I want to emphasize to you that you are by no means a healthy woman at this point in time. And your pregnancy is still extremely high risk. I want you‘ at home. In bed. Relaxing, until this baby is born. Is that clear?”

I nod eagerly, my heart beating faster with joy Home. Home. God, I can’t wait to be home…

“Good,” he says, nodding and shifting his gaze now to Sinclair. “Your home was it damaged during

Sinclair has been receiving steady reports from Roger and others on his team which have set our new post–war world in a very different light. “By some miracle, my personal residence went relatively untouched during the attacks on the city. The neighborhood is

confirm to the people that Sinclair does intend to take the throne, but we decided against it until after the baby is born. And even then, I imagine I’ll delay as long as we can.

glare between us. “I know

statement and feel Sinclair go still beside me. I try not to show my disappointment – honestly, if there’s one good thing about bedrest, it’s the fact that you’re in bed the whole time. And putting

at keeping our hands off each other, have

pausing, figuring out how to word this I smile to see how awkward he feels delivering the news “Any disturbance to your uterine or vaginal tissues Just.” He sighs and drops his hand, shaking his head. “Just

him know that I understand. “Baby

care. I’ve sent them

almost muffled with the distance, and I lean forward

that, quite frankly, it’s none

is now,” Sinclair replies. “Because whatever it is, I’ll pay you double to be Ella’s personal physician for the

sound of hands slapping together in a handshake, I smile and lean back against my pillows, pleased at this development. With this doctor and Cora on my side,

over the threshold of our home, my arms wrapped around his neck. I grin up at him, pleased at

afraid,” Sinclair replies, twisting his mouth in chagrin. “If this were a traditional wolf homecoming, I’d be chasing you down

then, for today,” I say, putting a hand over my stomach as he takes a few steps inside and kicks the door shut behind

bedroom. “How’s he doing in there,” he asks quietly, glancing down at me. “Angry at being

little question down the bond to my pup and receiving a little ping of happiness and contentment back. “He just says he’s angry

feather duvet in his arms. “Tell him we’ll get a TV brought in the room, with all the channels. He’ll have weeks and weeks to catch up.” He