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 day. But with

it

Sinclair

gather in the conference room at the end of

around at the men who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them.

of guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit more than relaxing with my

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

to me as he rolls up to my

ask, surprised.

little smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read

keep it clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a bond, even

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

have in common. My dad laughs a little too.

but I shake my head at

just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me

up

straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through the door, saying

the baby

handing out little cups of coffee that they

eyes wide as he

I ask, looking between Roger and our mates, trying to figure out

you not see the issue here?” he gestures towards

that I don’t, I shake my

face swiftly in

forgive you for this, since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella since the moment

into your

me a significant look and I shut

chest but letting him continue.

Dom,” he continues, speaking quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get

usually right!” I protest, but he continues speaking, cutting

–

have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without

eyebrow at Roger, but

aware of what they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for Ella, you think she’s funny and now Cora’s got me all wrapped