Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 343 – Bunker Life

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

over, admiring his little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed from sleep.

this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with sweet

can it

Sinclair

we gather in the conference room at the

us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our reconnaissance,

sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit

this system, I put in the hours in my younger years to get to where I am. I am allowed to indulge, a little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my attention as well, just as much as my business and political life. And, considering what Roger and Cora went through yesterday,

he rolls up to my side,

I ask,

before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions

your father, boy. We still have a bond, even if

and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then I laugh a little bit as I realize

in common. My dad

Roger asks, a little out of the loop, but I shake my head

anything big and he just shrugs it off, leaning in

up with last

when Cora and Ella come through the

to everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to anyone

out little cups of coffee that

as he looks at the girls.

and our mates, trying to figure out

says, his voice tight, “do you not see

a little disturbed that I

Roger sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face

you for this, since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by

walked into your life –”

look and I shut my mouth, frowning and crossing

chest but

speaking quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t

protest, but he continues speaking,

–

into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting

eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores

“I thus am more aware of what they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for