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,

“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, and not just see

sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety

my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I

and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair.

-eight hours…”

going in with her,” Roger says suddenly,

with his hand on the

from

Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice

needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he

sleep. She needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense.

around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to

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I sleep,” I gasp, my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby – when my

behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to my side

me down on the mattress, tugging

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

let anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

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

be strong

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

sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on the

him close.”

to his

leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the

on the pillow.

I open my eyes again, looking around. But all I see

open, meeting mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We all are. Go to

comforted, I

Cora

I sit stark straight in the bed in the strange

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