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

pack business, and it was well known that Mom

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

was political. King Xavier was on the

politics that are playing out today – they were

under way back then.”

King – the current one,

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

biggest and baddest wolf

on your back. And the worse thing is

you on directly, that

as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

my neck and caress

have been

king – my father was

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

left to try and make

on the wall. My father was too

arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your mother,

It wasn’t

guilt still dominating my

tenderly. “You don’t have to

long

there’s nothing to forgive.” I

to look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you

me or Rafe, I would choose him every time – even tiny as

ever want him to think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

Sinclair tucks my head under his chin, stroking

know.”

I’m supposed to be comforting

failing to wriggle free.

the rat. “It comforts me just

“Do you have any idea

could see you today?” I ask

complete honestly. “You became

what matters most, even when the

you. You lead with love instead of fear, and you

strength with cruelty.”

flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

“Do you remember when we first met, and you still

a scheming gold digger?”

that would have

realized you were wrong, you

I was hurting, your first

think about it. I remember being

you held me more gently and with more

in my entire

“You make me sound

used to think of him. He could

of an

“I wish you could see yourself the

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

big enough.” I quip, yelping when

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