Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 316 – Safe?

Ella

Forty–five minutes later, I back out of the bedroom, snicking the door shut behind me. Then, I

stand up, closing my eyes and exhaling a long breath.

“Is she all right?” a voice hisses, right behind me.

I leap about a foot in the air, managing to muffle my shriek as I spin to see my mate standing

about six inches from me, looking down with a worried expression. I smack him, hard, against the

chest – more to get my adrenaline out than to actually hurt him – and glare up at him, mad at him

for scaring me like that. Sinclair just blinks at me, waiting, my smack having had no effect on him

at all.

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“Back up,” I whisper, putting my hands on his wide, muscled chest and pushing backwards. “She’s

asleep, finally – where is the baby?”

“He’s here,” Roger says, standing at the end of the hall with his godson in his arms. I smile, a little,

at the sight as I move forward with my arms open. Roger quietly pa*ses my baby to me and I smile

down at my son, something in my body that has been anxious without him in the same room as

me finally coming to rest.

“Seriously, Ella,” Sinclair says, looking back towards the closed door of our guest room. “Is Cora

okay?”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking towards the door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t give her bad

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

focus on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a

anger and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it

stepping forward closer to my mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I

tired, and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t

-eight hours…”

with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest room

me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce

from

going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but

In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house

sleep. She needs someone to sit with

tears at the sweet sincerity of my brother–in–law and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom –

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I gasp, my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can

takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet

cry out a little when my baby leaves my arms. “Just for a moment,” Sinclair murmurs, turning back to me and – to my surprise – beginning to undress me, tugging my shirt up over my head and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves me for a moment, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he slides gently over my head. That done, he

which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me,

let anyone

Again, I nod.

sleep, darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek.

so you can be strong for

overwrought exhaustion then. A little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the simple rea*surance, the warm reminder that – at

the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on

him close.”

to his underwear and climbing into

kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying his own head

on the pillow.

scared, I open my eyes

calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,”

so, comforted,

Cora

awake in an instant, and I sit stark straight in the bed in the strange

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