Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 348 – Triage

Ella

“It’s been too long,” I mutter, twisting my fingers together with my eyes fixed on the hard iron door of the bunker. I have one hand on Rafe’s little carrier as he sleeps peacefully beside the two uncomfortable chairs that Cora and I dragged down the hall, wanting to be as close to the entrance as possible so that we get news as soon as it comes.

“Ella,” Cora seethes through her teeth. “You have got to stop saying that. You’re making me freak out.”

“It’s not me that’s making you flip out,” I retort, angry. “It’s our idiot mates, who insisted on leaving here four hours ago and haven’t called once to let us know that they’re all right -”

But then, as if my words are magic, the door bangs open and Cora and I instantly leap up from our seats.

I gasp, almost breaking into tears when I see that the first figure through the door is my mate. I hurl myself towards Sinclair, intent on wrapping him in my arms, but I come to a skidding stop as I realize that he’s carrying one of his men, unconscious and bloody and

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I stop and actually look at my mate 1 notice the burns that have ripped through his clothes, leaving red welts across his exposed skin

Notice the horrible burned flesh of the man in his arms –

Sinclair’s eyes linger on me for half a longing second before moving sharply to my sister. “Cora,” he gasps, “help – it’s bad -”

jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making

see my sister’s face go pale. But she snaps immediately

snaps. “You’re my

and reaching down to grab Rafe’s

to

door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain

the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke in the meeting, who noticed that my attackers didn’t shift as

move to him immediately, working to sling his arm around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward

his weight, trying to also balance Rafe’s carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that

following the men who can walk by themselves through the door into what looks more like

walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man

right?” I ask, leaning over him,

me. “It hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes tight

check again soon, but I can’t help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two

you all right?” I gasp, unable to stop myself from pressing myself up against him and raising a hand to touch his scorched

clearly relishing the sight of me before he turns his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his

I say, touching Sinclair lightly on the arm and

grabbing his hand. He turns to her, torn, wanting to go and help

she breathes, her

a split second. “He’s out helping some

deep breath and stands for a moment with her eyes closed, collecting

the moment pa*sed, Cora’s eyes fly open again and she’s all business. She nods her chin towards the door, urging Sinclair forward, and he moves quickly away. Then she turns to me. “I need you to start moving clockwise around the room,” she says, a calm efficiency setting over her. “You call out to me if anyone looks like they need me