Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 333

Chapter 333 – Bunker

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice assured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning

to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming

around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear

it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all

right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a

side now to keep me safe and I’m

again.

okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling a

listening. “But

drawing me close and placing a single kiss

move

say, zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um –

showers at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit and looking

wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces and hands? But the rest of the

need to pack the

station with

to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this

”

–

move on quickly, heading

essentials – a bit of our clothing, and

we can fit. Neither of us put Rafe down

the other

to keep him

as we came out of this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both, I

packing in only a few minutes and head

shattered off

we need anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing

remains of

shrug, following close behind him. “But we can improvise, yes?”

as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my side

a second.

us at the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group

of whatever they could quickly gather from the investigation.

the living room quickly, where I grab it off the table.

group of us move out of

are second

ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and

this

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