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 her look up at him. “We need – we need space them-” all

I see my sister’s

she snaps. “You’re my nurse now,

eager to help and reaching down to grab

her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns, pointing

Sinclair begins to move, more of the men begin to stumble through the door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain –

forward, ready to get things prepared. I can’t help myself from turning towards the injured men who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going to the red-

move to him immediately, working to sling his arm around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean

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

can walk by themselves through the door into

swiftly and see my mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking

all right?” I ask, leaning over

me. “It hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you, Luna,”

swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over

all right?” I gasp, unable to stop myself from pressing myself up against him

his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his son, for just for a moment before looking over to the door. “I’m sorry,” he says, rushed, “I

course,” I say, touching Sinclair lightly on

turns to her, torn, wanting to go and help his men

she breathes, her

eyes for a split second. “He’s out helping some of the worst hurt get

as she exhales a deep breath and stands for a moment with her eyes closed,

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 desperately