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

“Dad was away on pack business, and it was well known that Mom

pups. We were never able

the

the politics that are playing out today

under way back then.”

the King – the current one, I

less potent now that we’ve moved

being the biggest and baddest wolf

your back. And the worse thing is that you’re so hard to kill and people

you on directly, that they

effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress

could have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is a

king – my father

rule, but it was clear he

of time left to try and

wall. My father was too strong

arson then it wasn’t your

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

hating the guilt still dominating

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

long

to forgive.” I insist, near tears again. “It

far enough to look into his emerald

I would choose

want him to think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

head under his chin, stroking my spine.

know.”

supposed to be comforting you.” I

failing to wriggle free.

are.” Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts

you have any idea

today?” I ask him softly,

complete honestly. “You became exactly the

what matters most, even when the whole

you. You lead with love

strength with cruelty.”

flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

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

a scheming gold digger?”

would have

realized you were wrong, you owned up to your mistake.” I

hurting, your first instinct was to hug me.

remember being

– and you held me more gently and with more compassion

my entire

pleased purr vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me

used to think of him. He could go from being a grizzly to a

blink of an

see yourself the way I do, Dominic. If you

not just trying to pump up your ego –

it’s already big enough.” I

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