Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 377 – Rebuild Ella

“Hey, handsome,” I say again, in the real world this time. A little smirk pulls on my lips as Sinclair’s eyes flutter open. We’re laying pressed quite close together in the little hospital bed, so I can see every twitch of his eyelash as he begins to focus on me.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me while he takes a couple of deep breaths. And then, quite slowly, he lifts a hand close to my face, sliding the knuckle of his index finger slowly down the length of my cheek. “Hey, trouble,” he murmurs, his voice scratchy after so many days of disuse.

I burst into a happy grin, so thrilled to see him awake and aware that I can barely contain myself. But I force myself to stay still, to not grab him, to…. let him get used to consciousness again in his battered body..

“Rafe?” he asks, his eyes worried as his memories of his last conscious moments come back to him.

“He’s fine,” I say softly, gesturing with my chin behind my mate, hoping that he understands that the baby is here in the room with us, asleep. “He missed you,” I whisper. “He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his dad around to hold him.” I wrinkle my nose and playfully glare at my mate. “He likes you better.”

A little laugh shudders from Sinclair’s mouth. “Does not,” he murmurs, staring at me steadily, as if he can’t get enough of the sight of my face. “You feed him, and sing to him. When you leave the room, he looks for you.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised and pleased. I hadn’t known this before.

“Well, he’s not alone,” Sinclair smirks, shifting forward to press his forehead against mine, a gesture that makes me grin with pleasure, joy pulsing through me at a ridiculous rate to have him back. “You’re the center of the world, Ella. We all turn to you.”

“Good,” I sigh, content. “I like all my boys obsessed with me. Makes it easier to boss you around.”

Sinclair chuckles a little and then pulls back a bit, frowning. I sigh again, but in resignation this time because I know our little stolen moment of peace is over that he needs to know about the world and what’s happened since he’s been gone from it.

“The priestess?” he asks.

say solemnly. “Roger killed her the moment after you knocked her

“And Rafe is…”

more about how you caught him in the air with your teeth and didn’t leave a mark on

he says with a smug shrug that

he continues.

up,

I say with a sigh, but they’re both fine now. And so are you, by the way,” I add, giving him a little push on the shoulder, wondering why his own health is the last that he asked about. “Seriously?

that,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a little experimentally and glancing down at himself, or at least as much as he can see tucked into the

for three whole days,

eyebrows in surprise.

you up almost immediately when we got to you, and then Hank and

mate asks

I say, ” but I can’t make new blood, or restore lost energy.” I pause here, letting the worry of the past three

his as it can be, my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved me, Ella,” he sighs into my hair. “I can…never thank you. I’m so grateful.

so…so scary. We can’t keep doing this – living like this. We have Rafe now – and the rest of our lives – I don’t want to do

Ella. Never again. You’re right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting

because that’s. all

he says. “I swear

my jaw shut against the hope that blooms

I also know that this isn’t finished. That there are still loose ends that need to

Sinclair’s arm. I smile when I see Hank peering

Hank,” I say, working

at me and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he up?” Hank asks. “Did calling for him in the

I say, nodding happily as I lean forward and smile at my while Sinclair too works to sit up

looking a little ruefully at him,

as he comes to take the chart off of the end of the bed, flipping through it. “Roger has apologized, though