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

“Dad was away on pack business, and

We were never able to

was on the throne then, and my father

politics that are playing

under way back then.”

King – the current

emotions less potent now that we’ve moved

with being the biggest and baddest wolf around

worse thing is that you’re so hard to kill and people

so afraid of taking you on directly, that

not be as effective as killing you,

pups rarely recover fully.”

caress my belly,

“It could have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is a

king – my father was younger

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

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

the wall. My father was too strong and

wasn’t

wasn’t some

still dominating my

have to

a long

nothing to forgive.” I insist, near

I pull back far enough to look into his emerald eyes. “I can

would choose him every time – even tiny as

think that

himself”

under his chin, stroking my spine.

know.”

comforting me! I’m supposed to be comforting

failing to wriggle free.

Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts

decide to change tactics. “Do you

you today?” I ask him softly,

speaking with complete honestly. “You became exactly the

never lost sight of what matters most, even when the

against you. You lead with love instead of

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

I bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you still thought

a scheming gold digger?”

that would have made

you owned up to your mistake.”

“And when you saw I was hurting,

being so shocked, because here was

held me more gently and with more compassion

my

hands. “You make

him. He could go from being a grizzly to

blink of

I confirm. “I wish you could see yourself the

pump up your ego – which, for the record,

it’s already big enough.” I quip, yelping when Sinclair pinches

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