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

pack business, and it was well known

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

on the throne

line. All the politics that are playing out today –

under way back then.”

– the current one, I mean?”

potent now

baddest wolf around is

worse thing is

taking you on directly, that they go after

not be as effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose their mate

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if

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

current king – my father

rule, but it was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t

to try and make them,

on the wall. My father was too strong and

if it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your mother,

responsible. It wasn’t some tragic

hating the guilt still dominating

“You don’t have to worry,

a long

I

look into his

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

think that my sacrifice

himself”

Sinclair tucks my head under his chin, stroking

know.”

be comforting you.” I complain. Trying

failing to wriggle free.

the rat. “It

change tactics. “Do you have any idea how

I ask him softly, hoping to help ease his

became exactly

matters

You lead with love instead of

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair

when

a scheming gold digger?”

yes, I’m sure that would have made my mother very proud.”

realized you were wrong, you

was hurting, your first instinct was to hug

about it. I remember being so

held me more gently and with

my

vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me

of him. He could go from being a grizzly to

of

could see yourself the way I

not just trying to pump up your ego – which, for the record, I

I quip, yelping when Sinclair

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