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

able to prove it, but we always

was on the throne then, and

the politics that are playing out today

under way back then.”

it was the King – the

potent now that

wolf around is that it puts

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

so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go after your family

might not be as effective as killing you, but Alphas

pups rarely recover fully.”

my neck and caress my

have been

current king – my father was younger and not

yet to rule, but it was clear he would be

still had a lot of time left to

the wall. My father was too strong and too well

it was arson then it wasn’t your

was responsible. It wasn’t

guilt still dominating my

down at me tenderly. “You don’t have to worry,

a long

forgive.” I insist, near tears again.

far enough to look into his

would choose

I wouldn’t ever want him to think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it, or

himself”

Sinclair tucks my head under his chin, stroking my

know.”

supposed to be comforting you.”

failing to wriggle free.

– the rat. “It

tactics. “Do you

be, if she could see you today?” I ask him

honestly. “You became exactly the man

of what matters most,

you. You lead with love instead of fear, and you don’t

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles

back. “Do you remember when we first met,

a scheming gold digger?”

yes, I’m sure that would have made my mother

wrong, you owned up to

hurting, your first

it. I remember being so

and you held me more gently

my entire

pleased purr vibrates beneath my hands. “You

him. He could go from being a grizzly to a teddy

blink of an

you could see yourself the

to pump up your ego

already big enough.” I quip, yelping

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