Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 212

Chapter 212 – Tattletales

Ella

“Four broken ribs.” The doctor a*sesses grimly, “and with all the exercise you’ve done since the initial brakes, they haven’t been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but it’s painful, and we still need to set them first.”

“What about his other injuries?” Henry inquires anxiously, seated on the other side of me.

“I’ll do a scan to a*sess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I don’t see anything else of concern.” The doctor shares with much more optimism.

“He’s got a good size lump on the back of his head.” I inform the physician, still running my hands through Sinclair’s hair.

‘Then you two will match.” Philippe interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Sinclair. “When you’re done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion.”

“I hardly think that’s necessary.” I complain, reaching back to see if the area is tender, then reflexively wincing when my fingers graze the swollen knot at the back of my skull.

“It is.” Five dominant voices a*sert, the loudest and most forceful coming from my lap. I send Roger, Henry, Philippe and Gabriel mutinous glances, much good that it does me.

“I was already planning on examining her.” The doctor relates, having the unbelievable nerve to look at Sinclair now, rather than me. “From the sounds of it she’s been much too active following her collapse.”

“What collapse?” Sinclair demands fiercely, his eyes pinning me with a suspicious glare. I turn my indignant gaze on the doctor now, but my mate catches my chin and returns my attention to him. “Don’t blame them for telling me what you should have told me yourself.”

I argue, feeling truly overwhelmed now. I can’t believe they’re all ganging up on me when Sinclair is injured and needs our attention most. “You’ve been back ten minutes and you’re in much worse shape than I am. Rafe and I are

happened, little wolf?” He asks, his voice gentle, for I’m sure he can sense my

details. “It wasn’t a big deal. My blood pressure spiked when Gabriel’s

gaze swings to the King. “You let her watch you search for

didn’t know what we would find. Besides, Ella is the only reason we knew something had

was sickening for me to see that scene and I’ve been in battle. What the hell were you thinking?” A flash of the gut-wrenching horror Sinclair felt when he woke

okay, come back to me.” I encourage, trying to guide his shoulders back down. He obeys, but I suspect he only does it

gravel. He reaches up to cup my

have upset me, but it wasn’t enough to convince me you were gone.” I remind him, leaning down to kiss his pillowy lips, “My faith in our bond kept me

or sleep again after she woke up.” Philippe offers, his arms

honestly throttle them. And for once, I don’t give a single damn that they’re tattling on me, I care that they might further upset my mate when he’s already hurt and grieving. “Do you have any

Sinclair’s wolf reaching out to mine. “Don’t be mad at them, baby.” Sinclair murmurs, sliding his hand to my nape and ma*saging my tense

you need to come first this time.” I reply thickly, wondering how

they would have been doing exactly what I wished – taking care of you and Rafe

hating the

from me?” Sinclair

my mate.” I reply fervently. ‘You’re only do it because

us, Ella?” Philippe grouses, pulling my attention away

anything happen to me.” I answer easily, my wolf feeling a bloodthirsty thrill

sarcasm heavy on his tongue. “Guess

think what Roger means is – why would we have to fear that if Dominic was dead? If that’s

realization strikes, I turn to Sinclair for confirmation. Do they mean what I think they mean? I mean I know