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.”

can’t believe they’re all ganging up on me when Sinclair is injured and needs our attention most. “You’ve

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

he might not catch all the details. “It wasn’t a big deal. My blood pressure spiked when Gabriel’s drones found the wreckage from the bomb, that’s all. I pa*sed out and they sedated me. I slept for three whole days, so I’m much

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

to foot. “Well, we didn’t know what we would find. Besides, Ella is the only

find us dead?” He sits up, power rolling off of him in heady waves, “It 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 from the bomb blast slips through our bond, and my wolf whimpers in my

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

me, his voice like gravel. He reaches up to cup

enough to convince me you were gone.” I remind him, leaning down to kiss his pillowy lips, “My faith

she didn’t eat or bathe, or sleep again after she woke up.” Philippe offers, his

though I might scream. I’m so sick of my pack of overbearing babysitters that I could 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

“Don’t be mad at them, baby.” Sinclair murmurs, sliding his hand to my nape and ma*saging my tense muscles. “I know you don’t like

first this time.” I reply thickly, wondering how they can all be so blind. “You almost died… you lost

if I had died, they would have been doing exactly what I wished – taking care of

hating the very suggestion of him truly

different from me?” Sinclair asks with a

is – because you’re my mate.” I reply fervently. ‘You’re only

think it’s different with us, Ella?” Philippe grouses, pulling my attention

to me.” I answer easily, my wolf feeling a

his eyes, sarcasm heavy on

why would we have to fear that if Dominic was dead? If that’s the only reason we were doing it, why did we continue when we thought he was

slowly piecing together the clues. When the realization strikes, I turn to Sinclair for confirmation. Do they mean what I think they mean? I mean