Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 332

#Chapter 332 – Bunker

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice a*sured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning

to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming

around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear

it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all

right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a

but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me

again.

not okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my

into my eyes, listening. “But I will

drawing me close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But we have

move

my shoulders as I look

are showers at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit and looking around

worst of it

– we need to pack the essentials and

to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow,

own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the task for which they

”

–

little but we both move

a bit of

essentials as we can fit. Neither

just pa*sing him between our arms when the other needs

to keep

came out of this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both,

a few minutes and head for the bedroom door – which I

is shattered off

need anything else?” Sinclair asks, pa*sing through and not

of our

I shrug, following close behind

as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to

a second.

doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of

him carrying boxes of whatever they could

I murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I grab it off the

move out of the house. Sinclair, the

There are second cars behind

ask about the

place for this kind

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