Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 465 – Home and War

Cora

Roger and I are quiet the next morning as we go through our breakfast routine in the kitchen. It’s not an awkward sort of quiet, just…us thinking our own thoughts while staying very close to one another.

We stayed up late last night, first attending to the baby. Roger was heartbroken, too, that our barely- formed child was already worried about something – and that it’s all our fault. So we spent a good long time passing him comfort and happy thoughts down our bond, letting him feel reassured. When he finally drifted off to what we call sleep even though, honestly, it’s probably not an accurate term Roger and I took a deep breath and finally got back to the real conversation: what the hell we’re going to do.

But, of course, we didn’t come up with any solutions. Because our past experiences in the last, barely-finished war have already made it clear to us that trying to make plans? It never works.

So we eventually fell asleep holding each other close, whispering promises to put each other and our family first, even as the nation and its people ask us for more.

“That’s weird,” Roger murmurs, flicking through his phone as he leans against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand.

“What,” I ask, turning to him and blowing on my tea to cool it, “the fact that you’re actually reading your messages? That you know where your phone is? That it’s charged?”

He flicks his eyes up to me and smirks, but shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs. “Sinclair sent me a message telling me not to come in until this afternoon. Says he needs to sleep.”

My eyebrows go up in surprise. “Wow, slacking on the job, so early in his reign.”

Roger laughs a little and tucks the phone away in his pajama pocket. ” Nah, something’s up,” he says. “He wouldn’t take a sick day unless he needs it. Do you think it has something to do with Ella? That crazy dinner she went to last night?”

My eyes widen as I consider it. ” Maybe,” I say, reaching for my own phone, hoping maybe she texted to fill me in. But I scowl when the screen comes up empty. And then I turn my head to the side a little, curious…

greetings, pictures of Rafe, selfies of her with bed-hair with her gigantic mate

say, looking up at Roger. ” Sis is being

a hand around my waist to pull me close. “Either way,

down before standing on my toes so I can wrap my arms around his neck. “Some tile in the shower needs

bathroom is

making

he murmurs, pulling me sharply closer. ” Or it’s haunted, which is also something

nose a little with mine. “Well then, there is a

straight and taking me with him. I grin and wrap my legs around his waist, leaning

say, a low and throaty affirmation. “It’s actually a problem with the

of the kitchen and heading for the stairs. ” This sounds serious – we’ll have

carries me upstairs, and into the bedroom, and slams

tells me more about his and Sinclair’s plans to create an

we hear the front door downstairs creek

a bit, his lips peeling back over his teeth as he growls at the door, tense and waiting for

“Cora!”

soon as Ella’s voice rings up the stairs, accompanied

Roger’s chest and giving him a little shove. ” Come on,” I say, “we’re going to want

against the pillows. ” She’s the one bursting into our house it’s her own fault if she sees something

at him before moving to the closet and pulling on a robe. I’m barely covered when Ella bursts into the