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 -”

shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making her look up at him. “We need – we need

now as I understand what my mate means, as I see my sister’s face go

“You’re my nurse

and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier

largest room,” she demands, turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns, pointing down the hall. “Go,

through the door. The hall

stumble through 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

I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning

weight, trying to also balance Rafe’s carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me and squish the baby when we both fall

make it – following the men who can walk by themselves through the door into what looks

single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man on my shoulder to the

you all right?” I ask, leaning

– thank you, Luna,”

a mental note to come check again soon, but I can’t help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands

myself from pressing myself up against him and raising a hand

me before he turns his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier.

touching Sinclair lightly on the arm and

turns to her, torn,

she breathes, her eyes

replies, brisk, looking steadily into her eyes for a split second. “He’s out helping some of the worst hurt get out of the cars

says, her voice shaking as she exhales a deep breath and stands for a moment with her eyes closed, collecting herself.

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 – otherwise, you ask each man his name and what’s wrong. Take notes,” she says, looking around and then grabbing a pen and pad of