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.

thinking that this will surely be a busy, complicated

it

Sinclair

later in the morning we gather in the conference room

as I look around at the men who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop

guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was

my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need

me as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that

I ask,

smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I

still have a bond, even if it’s changed with time.”

for him. Roger comes over to us and gives

in common. My dad

shake my head at him a little to

missing anything big and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me to

came up with last

stands up straight, though, when Cora and

the baby to anyone who wants to come

handing out little cups of

his eyes wide as he

Roger and our mates, trying to figure out the problem.

Roger says, his voice tight, “do you not see the issue

disturbed that I

face swiftly in a mix

since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella

your

Roger gives me a significant look and I shut my mouth, frowning and crossing

arms over my chest

quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with

but he continues speaking, cutting me

–

I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love with one of them from the jump

raise my eyebrow at Roger,

they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot