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.

will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with

can it

Sinclair

the morning we gather in the conference

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

realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well,

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

Dominic,” my father murmurs to me as he rolls up to my side, his voice

ask,

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

father, boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed

father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little

have in common. My dad

Roger asks, a little out of the loop, but I shake my head at him a little to let him know

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

came up with last night.

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

to everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the

and Cora handing out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully made.

wide as he looks at the

ask, looking between Roger and our mates, trying

Roger says, his voice tight, “do you not

little disturbed that I don’t, I shake my

scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly in a

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

into your

I start, but Roger gives me a significant look and I shut my

over my chest but

I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t let anyone get away

he continues speaking, cutting me

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privilege of getting to know

raise my eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores

combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for Ella, you think she’s funny and