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.

her the moment

“And Rafe is…”

the little smile from my mouth. ” Though I want to hear more about how

smug shrug that makes me

he continues. “Cora?

okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows with the pleased memory of using the gift on Cora, patching her up, and then the slightly worse memory of Henry arriving at the

him a little push on the shoulder, wondering why

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

were asleep for three whole days,

eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed

got to you, and then Hank and Roger helped me get you inside – you’re very heavy -“I inform him, giving him a little

mate asks me, smiling a

lost energy.” I pause here, letting the worry of the past three days creep my face a little. “It was

body is as flush against his as it can be, my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved me, Ella,” he sighs into my hair.

little as I hold him tight. “It was so…so scary. We can’t keep

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

because that’s. all I want in

says. “I

jaw shut against the hope that blooms in me. Because I want to believe him

finished. That there are still

the soft creak of the door opening behind us. I lift my head a little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I smile when I see

I say, working

in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he up?” Hank asks. “Did calling for him

forward and smile at my while Sinclair

Hank,” my mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him, which makes me laugh. “How’s

to take the chart off of the end of the bed, flipping through it. “Roger has apologized, though I…don’t think he liked it