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 well known

were never able to prove it,

the throne then, and my father

that are playing out

under way back then.”

the King – the current one, I

his emotions less potent now that

baddest wolf around is that it

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

taking you on directly, that they go after your family instead.”

be as effective as killing you,

pups rarely recover fully.”

my neck and caress

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

– my father was younger

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

left to try

was too strong and

arson then it wasn’t your decision

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

still dominating my mate’s

tenderly. “You don’t have to

long

nothing to forgive.” I

I pull back far enough to look into his emerald

me or Rafe, I would choose him every

that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it,

himself”

his chin, stroking my spine.

know.”

me! I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

failing to wriggle free.

lies – the rat. “It comforts me just holding

you have any idea how proud

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

complete honestly. “You became exactly the man

matters most, even when the whole world

lead with love instead of fear, and you

strength with cruelty.”

you’re just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

bite back. “Do you remember when we first

a scheming gold digger?”

yes, I’m sure that would have made

you were wrong, you owned up to

hurting, your first

about it. I remember being so shocked, because

me more gently and with more compassion

in my entire

vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me sound like

him. He could go from being

of

confirm. “I wish you could see yourself

just trying to pump up your ego – which, for the record, I

because it’s already big enough.” I

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