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

was away on pack business, and it

able to prove it, but

King Xavier was on the throne then, and my father was

that are playing out

under way back then.”

it was the King – the current

now

being the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it puts

is that you’re so hard to kill

directly, that they

not be as effective as killing you,

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if reminding

“It could have been anyone, but I

my father was

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

time left to try and make

wall. My father was too strong and

arson then it wasn’t your decision

wasn’t some

still dominating my mate’s

don’t have to worry, Ella. I’m okay

a long time

there’s nothing to forgive.” I insist, near

look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you

I would choose him every time – even tiny as

think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s

know.”

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

failing to wriggle free.

Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts

decide to change tactics. “Do you have any idea how proud

today?” I

with complete honestly. “You became exactly the man

matters most, even when the whole

lead with love instead

strength with cruelty.”

me.” Sinclair rumbles with

back. “Do you remember when we first met,

a scheming gold digger?”

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

realized you were wrong, you owned up

“And when you saw I was hurting, your

remember being so shocked, because

you held me more gently

in my

pleased purr vibrates beneath my hands. “You

He could go from being a grizzly to a teddy bear

of

yourself the way

pump up your ego – which, for the

already big enough.” I quip, yelping when Sinclair pinches my

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