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

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

the pups. We were never able to prove it, but we

Xavier was on the throne then,

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

under way back then.”

was the King – the

emotions less potent now that

biggest and baddest wolf

thing is that

so afraid of taking you on directly, that

might not be as effective as killing you, but Alphas

pups rarely recover fully.”

my neck and caress my

I are safe. “It could have been anyone, but I

current king – my father

clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t have heirs

he still had a lot of time left to try and make them, I think the

on the wall. My father was too strong and too

arson then it wasn’t your

whoever was responsible. It wasn’t some

guilt still dominating

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

a long time

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

look into his emerald eyes.

would choose him

think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it, or to

himself”

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

know.”

me! I’m supposed to be

failing to wriggle free.

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

tactics. “Do you have any idea

if she could see you today?” I ask him softly, hoping to help

became

matters most, even when the whole world

against you. You lead with love instead of fear,

strength with cruelty.”

me.” Sinclair rumbles

you remember when

a scheming gold digger?”

have made

you were wrong, you owned

saw I was hurting, your first instinct

I remember being so shocked, because here was

and you held me more gently and with

in my entire

vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me sound like my

how I used to think of him. He could go from being

blink of

wish you could see yourself the way

I’m not just trying to pump up your ego – which, for

I quip, yelping

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