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.”

anything?” Sinclair asks, still facing the

his singular focus on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare,

he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You

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

murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep

-eight hours…”

Roger says suddenly, striding towards

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

from

not going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but with an

You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded –

to sit

seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me towards our own room. “You’re overwrought – let’s get you down

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from my face. “How can I

Rafe and I into the room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards

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,

me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me, right?” he asks, and, sniffing, I nod

anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

a hand to my face and gently cupping my

be

it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the simple rea*surance, the warm reminder that – at my most basic level –

tuck my feet in underneath 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 the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows and blankets away from him so

him close.”

down to his underwear

us. Then, he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying his own head

on the pillow.

eyes again,

“You’re safe, Ella,”

comforted, I

Cora

instant, and I sit stark straight in the bed in the strange room looking around – frantic

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