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.

be a busy, complicated day. But

can it end

Sinclair

we gather in the conference room at the

honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked

runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well, doing a bit more

where I am. I am allowed to indulge, a little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct

up to my side, his voice quiet enough that

“What?” I ask, surprised.

little smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning

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

for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we both return, and then I laugh a little bit as

we all have in common. My dad

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

he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me to look at the

up with last

up straight, though, when Cora and Ella

encounter, Ella showing off the baby to

him and Cora handing out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully

his eyes wide as he looks

and our

you not see the issue here?” he gestures

disturbed that I don’t, I

Roger sighs, scrubbing his hand down his face

since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella

your

significant

chest but letting him

her, but you let her get away with things that

I protest, but

–

privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in

eyebrow at Roger, but he

am more aware of what they can do when they combine their powers. You have a

up

_”