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

on pack business, and it was

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

was on the

that are playing out today – they were

under way back then.”

King – the current one, I mean?” I

sighs, his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved on to politics.

and baddest wolf around is

back. And the worse thing is that you’re so

on directly, that

killing

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress

been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is

current king – my father

to rule, but it was clear he would be

lot of time left to try

on the wall. My father was too

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

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

the guilt still dominating my

tenderly. “You don’t have to worry,

long

I

to look into

or Rafe, I would choose him every

wouldn’t ever want him to think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

tucks my head under his chin, stroking my

know.”

to be comforting you.” I complain.

failing to wriggle free.

lies – the rat. “It comforts me just holding you

you have any idea how proud

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

complete honestly. “You became exactly the man

of what matters most, even when

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

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

back. “Do you remember when we

a scheming gold digger?”

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

wrong, you owned up

“And when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to hug

I remember being so

you held me

my entire

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

how I used to think of him. He could go from being a grizzly to a teddy bear

blink of an

could see yourself

to pump up your ego –

it’s already big enough.” I quip,

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