Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 342 – Bunker Life

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

over, admiring his little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed from sleep.

this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with

can it end

Sinclair

gather in the

I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our

losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit

my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my

he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

“What?” I ask, surprised.

before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions on your face,

keep it clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed with

over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and

movements we all have in common. My dad laughs a

asks, a little out of the loop, but I shake my head at him

and he just shrugs it off, leaning in

came up with last

and

everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to

out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully

his eyes wide as he looks at

ask, looking between Roger and our mates, trying to

“do you not see the issue here?” he

little disturbed that I don’t,

his hand down his face swiftly in a mix of worry

going to forgive you for this, since you’ve been a

walked into your life

a significant look and I shut my mouth, frowning and

arms over my chest but letting him

amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with things that

I protest, but he continues speaking,

–

I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love with one of them

my eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores

they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for Ella, you think she’s funny and now

up

_”