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

the pups. We were never able to

the throne then, and my father was his

and next in line. All the politics that are playing out today – they

under way back then.”

think it was the King – the current one,

his emotions less potent now

baddest wolf around is that

is that you’re

on directly, that they go

as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

and caress my belly, as if reminding

could have been anyone, but

than the current king – my father was younger and not quite

yet to rule, but it was clear he

a lot of time left to try and make them, I think the writing

wall. My father was

it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took

or whoever was responsible. It wasn’t

guilt still

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

a long time

Dominic, there’s nothing to forgive.” I insist, near tears again.

I pull back far enough to look into his

to me or Rafe, I would choose him every time – even tiny as he

think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth

himself”

tucks my head under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay,

know.”

me! I’m supposed to be comforting

failing to wriggle free.

the rat. “It comforts me just holding you

“Do you have any idea how proud your

I ask him softly,

complete honestly. “You became exactly the man

matters most,

You lead with love instead

strength with cruelty.”

you’re just flattering me.”

remember when we first met, and you still thought

a scheming gold digger?”

yes, I’m sure that would have made my

wrong, you owned up to your mistake.”

when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to

it. I remember being so shocked, because

me more gently and with

in my entire

vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me

think of him. He could go from being

of an

“I wish you could see yourself

pump up your ego – which,

I quip, yelping when Sinclair pinches

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