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 –”

to it, reminding me that he’s here – of course he’s here, I haven’t given

I breathe, moving my own hands so that they rest on either side of my baby. Then I close my eyes,

I can feel him, my ties to him. My bond with my baby. I reach out to him, sending all the love I have in my heart down our bond, and feeling a little

whole body relax. I open my eyes again, feeling a rush of sudden and unexpected

air, grasping one of my hands and lowering his head so

for a long minute as tears start

back to reality after such

there’s no where else I’d want to

and then his footsteps

room.

opening my eyes and reaching my other hand for her. Sinclair straightens at my side, letting us have our moment

tears that are falling down her own cheeks. “Are

poor beat up little body. “Um, I think so?” I feel so weak but there is

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

my bed. “Cora!” I scold. “Why?! I

”

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– of course I

want it?!” I almost shout, frantic and frankly a little mad now. “It’s a gift from a Goddess – from our mom – I worked so hard to get it here, the least you could

”

so sick. I look up at him, my eyes apologetic, and I see his face instantly soften.

then turning to Cora. “Okay,” I repeat, raising a finger to point at

she laughs, agreeing to these terms, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “Whatever

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in, Rafe hot on his heels. It’s a man I haven’t seen before certainly not one of my

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 my wrist, feeling for a pulse and turning towards the monitors

looking up at Sinclair.

Goddess, if you will,” he observes, a little humor

he says, turning back to the monitors. “Whatever

as a sharp pain spikes through my back. Sinclair starts at my grimace, leaning closer to me, scenting me, clearly working to figure out what’s wrong and how he

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 my breath, pleased to have

me and frowning. “You’re still

he slowly shakes his head too, letting me know he agrees with the doctor. “I want you home as well, baby,” he murmurs, “both of

little shocked to hear Sinclair pa*sing the power of decision making to someone else. I turn to look at the doctor again, a*sessing him anew.

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 me then,

agree. “If both of you say so, then I’m sticking around. For as long as it takes. But um,”