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 was well known that

pups. We were never able to prove

King Xavier was on the throne then, and

that are playing out today – they

under way back then.”

was the King – the current one, I

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

and baddest wolf

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

directly, that they go after your family

as killing you, but

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if reminding

been anyone, but I

my father was

but it was clear he would be

of time left to

My father was too strong

it wasn’t your decision that took your mother,

or whoever was responsible. It wasn’t some tragic

still

tenderly. “You don’t have to worry,

long time

forgive.” I insist, near tears again. “It

into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you right

down to me or Rafe, I would choose him

think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it,

himself”

chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay, little

know.”

comforting me! I’m supposed to be comforting

failing to wriggle free.

lies – the rat. “It comforts me just

tactics. “Do you

see you today?” I

with complete honestly. “You became exactly the man she hoped

of what matters most, even when the whole

love instead of fear,

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.”

remember when we first met,

a scheming gold digger?”

would have made my mother very proud.”

were wrong, you

I was hurting, your

about it. I remember being so

and you held me more gently and with more

my entire

beneath my hands. “You make me

think of him. He could go

of

see yourself the way I

to pump up your ego – which,

I quip, yelping when Sinclair

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