Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 274 – Bonded

Ella

My head feels…so heavy. I groan, trying to move my hands up so I can press them against my temples, but I can’t move them.

“Easy,” I hear him say beside me and instinctually I turn towards his voice. Where –

“Easy, Ella,” he murmurs, his words thick with emotion. “It’s all right…”

I peel my eyelids apart, then, confused at the effort. It’s like I haven’t opened my eyes for weeks…

My vision comes back to me slowly, the room around me coming into focus with effort. I blink rapidly, looking around at Sinclair, and Cora, and Roger all standing around me, peering at me with worried faces. I feel very suddenly like Dorothy, when she wakes up from her trip to Oz.

“What?” I murmur, my voice thick and my throat scratchy. Suddenly anxious, I try to sit up, pushing at the bed beneath me but –

What the hell were all these wires, tied to my arms?

“Easy, trouble,” Sinclair whispers, pressing his hand to my shoulder, keeping me down. My body responds to his command, relaxing backwards as I look up at him. But…

“Where am I?” I ask, staring at him, and then I press my eyes closed. It’s all just too much.

“You’re in the hospital,” I hear my sister explain. “After the gift, at the temple…”

But her voice fades, almost as if I can’t hear it. I feel my heart start to pound, my breath ratchet up as my memories start to come back to me. Of being on the temple steps of Cora there, and what we learned about each other of Sinclair’s warm arms around me –

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And then, nothing – and then clouds – and Sinclair again, and my baby –

Oh my god, where was my baby?

“Rafe?” I gasp, spinning towards Sinclair as my eyes fly open, desperate. “Where is Rafe?” Then I start to look all around me, searching for him – he’s here, he has to be, I remember him, my little baby, wrapped in white swaddling, holding him in my arms

“A dream,” Sinclair says hurriedly, “it was a dream, Ella – we met him in the dream –”

drawing my attention to it, reminding me that he’s

I close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow,

him, sending all the love I have in my heart down our bond,

I say again, feeling my whole body relax. I open my eyes again, feeling a rush

air, grasping one of

long minute as tears

all just…it’s a lot to take in in just a few minutes. To come flying back to reality after such a hard few weeks, after days of struggling in the dream state

no where else

Roger murmur, and then his footsteps move to the

room.

my other hand for her. Sinclair straightens at

huffs, laughing through the tears that are falling down her own cheeks. “Are

body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak but there is also…a warmth, a stillness in me

little and running her hand through her hair. “Yeah? I gave you back mom’s the Goddess’s – the gift, I

bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?! I gave it to you – it’s

”

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of course I gave it back to you I didn’t

from a Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get it here, the

”

I’m clearly so sick. I look up at him,

him and then turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a

the tears

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holding my mate’s hand tight in my own, when the Doctor comes in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not one of my normal doctors – but he certainly seems to know

running into Cora in his hurry to get to me. He quickly scans my face, his expression worried. “I have to say, I’m shocked to see you awake –” He quickly grasps

hesitating, looking up at Sinclair. “Not precisely a medical

if you will,” he observes, a little humor in his voice. The doctor’s face screws up further with confusion but then he simply exhales quickly

says, turning back to the monitors. “Whatever it

as a sharp pain spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning

monitor tucked in amongst the larger ones. “He’s fine,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “Better, if anything, than he was the last time I was in here.” “Good,” I say, almost under

towards me and frowning. “You’re still incredibly weak. You have days yet

But he slowly shakes his head too, letting me know he agrees with the doctor. “I want you home as

at this, a little shocked to hear Sinclair pa*sing the power of decision making to someone else. I turn to look at

mate is right,” the doctor murmurs, writing something on my chart, almost ignoring me to concentrate on his work. “I’m the best. And I’m not letting you go until you’re ready.” He glances at

and raise my hands. “All right,” I agree. “If both of you say so, then