Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 317 – Safe?

Ella

Forty–five minutes later, I back out of the bedroom, snicking the door shut behind me. Then, I stand up, closing my eyes and exhaling a long breath.

“Is she all right?” a voice hisses, right behind me.

I leap about a foot in the air, managing to muffle my shriek as I spin to see my mate standing about six inches from me, looking down with a worried expression. I smack him, hard, against the chest – more to get my adrenaline out than to actually hurt him – and glare up at him, mad at him for scaring me like that. Sinclair just blinks at me, waiting, my smack having had no effect on him at all.

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“Back up,” I whisper, putting my hands on his wide, muscled chest and pushing backwards. “She’s asleep, finally – where is the baby?”

“He’s here,” Roger says, standing at the end of the hall with his godson in his arms. I smile, a little, at the sight as I move forward with my arms open. Roger quietly passes my baby to me and I smile down at my son, something in my body that has been anxious without him in the same room as me finally coming to rest.

“Seriously, Ella,” Sinclair says, looking back towards the closed door of our guest room. “Is Cora okay?”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking towards the door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t give her bad

dreams. Or any dreams.”

“Did she…say anything?” Sinclair asks, still facing the door.

I frown up at him, a little annoyed by his singular focus on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just see her as a source of information.”

Sinclair swiftly turns his attention to me, anger and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety are my first priority. I was just curious if you learned anything new.”

I sigh, stepping forward closer to my mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I

“You’re tired, and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in about forty

-eight hours…”

suddenly, striding towards the guest

start, but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look

from my mouth.

out, his voice stern but with an

to…be there, all right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be all right with me.

to sit

Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me,

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sleep,” I gasp, my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming

room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to

and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves

his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me,

I’d never let anyone

Again, I nod.

hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek. “Because in sleep so you

trembles a little in overwrought exhaustion then. A little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of

away from my mate and tuck my feet in underneath the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us,

murmurs, stripping down to his

softly on the

on the pillow.

my eyes again, looking around. But all I see

“You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We all are. Go

so, comforted,

Cora

flinches, awake in an instant, and I sit stark straight in

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