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 that

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

Xavier was on the throne then, and my

the politics that

under way back then.”

King – the current one, I mean?”

his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved

the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it puts a

worse thing is that you’re so hard to

on directly, that they go after your

effective as killing you, but Alphas who

pups rarely recover fully.”

and caress my

have been anyone, but I actually

than the current king – my father

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

had a lot of time left to

father was too strong and too well

it wasn’t your

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

hating the guilt still dominating my

“You don’t have to worry, Ella.

a long

there’s nothing to forgive.” I

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

to me or Rafe, I would

him to think that

himself”

his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s

know.”

to be

failing to wriggle free.

– the rat. “It comforts me

I decide to change tactics. “Do you have any idea

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

speaking with complete honestly. “You became

sight of what matters most, even when the

you. You lead with love instead

strength with cruelty.”

you’re just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles

when we first met, and you still thought I

a scheming gold digger?”

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

you owned up to

was hurting, your first

even think about it. I remember being so shocked, because

you held me more gently and with more

my

“You make me sound like my

could go from being a grizzly

of an

yourself the

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

I quip, yelping when Sinclair

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