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.

shaking my

listening. “But I will

promises, drawing me close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But

move

and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and

showers at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit

“Maybe – baby wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces and hands? But the

– we need to pack the

a little, heading to Rafe’s changing station with

to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I

”

–

rumbles a little but we both move on quickly, heading together

with the essentials – a bit of our clothing, and

we can fit. Neither of us

when the other needs both

keep

horrible

few minutes and head for

is shattered off its

Sinclair asks, pa*sing through

of

shrug, following close behind him.

as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my

a second.

waiting for us at the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of soldiers

of whatever they

tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I

group of us move out of the house.

Roger moves towards another. There are

teams fill. I don’t ask about the plan,

in place for this kind of

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