Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 115

Ella

Tears are streaming down Sinclair’s face as he relives his Mother’s death, and I’m

doing my best not to burst into outright sobs. My heart aches for the little boy he once

was, and for the burden he obviously still carries today. Hearing this story, I

understand that his last conversation with his mother had truly stayed with him over

the years, shaping him into the man before me now.

“Afterwards, I leaned that she’d gotten Roger out of the house only to realize that I

wasn’t there.”

Sinclair Continues, wiping his eyes. “She ran back in to get me, even though the

guards tried to stop her.” Sinclair relates, “So you see, that’s why Roger always

blamed me… he wasn’t wrong. If I’d listened to her the first time, if I’d gone outside

when she told me to, she would still be alive now.”

“But Pancake wouldn’t.” I remind him thickly.

The corners of his mouth quirk up, “It was almost thirty years ago, baby. Pancake is

long gone.”

“You know what I mean” I chide him. “And your mother understood because you were

doing exactly what she was trying to teach you – to protect those more vulnerable

than yourself.”

“I know.” He confesses. “I spent years in therapy,

Just trying to come to terms with the fact that it was her choice. I was a child and

couldn’t have understood the danger, and she didn’t have to come after me.”

“But she was your mother, it wasn’t even a question for her.” I murmur, twining my

limbs with his so he can feel my solid weight in his arms. “She wanted you to live

much more than she cared about her own survival.”

He nods wordlessly, his eyes still distant, as if he hasn’t truly returned to the present.

“I understand that, but sometimes I still think that if it wasn’t for me, she never would

have needed to make a choice in the first place. My decision that day took her from

Dad and Roger and the pack.”

“Did you ever find out how the fire started?” I ask softly, running my fingers through

the dark, thick locks of his hair.

“In the weeks after the fire, it became clear that it was arson.” Sinclair explains

business, and it was well known that Mom

able to prove it, but we

Xavier was on the throne then, and

next in line. All the politics that

under way back then.”

was the King – the current one, I mean?” I

sighs, his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved on to

baddest wolf around is that it

is that you’re so hard to kill and

so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go

as killing you, but Alphas who lose their mate

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress my belly,

are safe. “It could have been anyone,

king – my father

but it was clear he would

to try and make them, I

My father was too strong and too

arson then it wasn’t your decision that

was responsible. It wasn’t some tragic accident, it

still dominating my mate’s

me tenderly. “You don’t have to worry, Ella. I’m okay – I

a long

I insist, near tears again. “It wasn’t

pull back far enough to look into his emerald

down to me or Rafe, I would

think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

chin,

know.”

me! I’m supposed to be comforting you.” I

failing to wriggle free.

“It

“Do you have any idea how

see you today?” I ask him

honestly. “You became exactly the man

never lost sight of what matters most,

with love instead of fear, and you don’t

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you

a scheming gold digger?”

sure that would have made my mother very

you were wrong, you owned up

“And when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct

I remember being so shocked,

held me more gently and with more

in my

hands. “You

He could go from being a

blink of an

could see yourself

just trying to pump up your ego – which, for

because it’s already big enough.” I

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