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

now to keep me safe

again.

honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling

into my eyes, listening. “But

a single kiss on my hair: “But we

move

little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um – all this blood

shaking his

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

we need to pack

to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a few baby

container and handing them to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I

”

–

move on

a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and then

and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither

between our arms when the other

to keep

came out of this horrible day largely

few minutes and head for the bedroom door – which

off

else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and not even

of our

behind him. “But

hand as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to

a second.

with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of

him carrying boxes of whatever they could quickly gather from the

phone,” I murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly,

all finished, the group of us move out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and

There are second cars behind

the plan,

in place for this kind of

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