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 –

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

“You’re my nurse now,

I hurry to agree, eager to help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it over my

she demands, turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns, pointing

begin to stumble through the door. The hall is immediately filled with the sound of pain – moans, and groans, cries

through the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke

arm around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward as I feel his body shift

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

who can walk by themselves through the door into

bedroom that Sinclair and I have to ourselves. I look around swiftly and see my mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the

right?” I ask, leaning over him,

hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head

I can’t help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over to my mate

myself from pressing myself up against him and raising a hand to touch his scorched

intense gaze to me for one long, lingering second, clearly relishing the sight of me before he turns his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little

Sinclair lightly on the arm and urging him

turns to her, torn, wanting to go and

breathes, her

second. “He’s out helping some of the worst hurt

her voice shaking as she exhales a deep breath and stands

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