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

I have Sinclair at my side now

again.

okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling

my eyes, listening. “But

close and placing a single

move

say, zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as

at the bunker,” he says, shaking

get the worst of it from our faces and hands?

need to pack the

a little, heading to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a

before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the task

”

–

move on quickly, heading together to

small bags with the essentials – a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and then

as we can fit. Neither of us put Rafe down

the other needs both hands.

keep him

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

packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom door

shattered off

Sinclair asks, pa*sing through and not

remains of

close behind him.

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

a second.

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

boxes of whatever they could quickly

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

of us move out of

while Roger moves towards another. There are second cars behind each

about the plan,

in place for this kind of

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