Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 127 – Sinclair Comes Home

Sinclair

The battle lasted for hours.

By the time we reached the border, rogues were already pouring into the territory. I fanned my men out in a wide net to intercept them, hoping that Hugo, Roger and my other squadron leaders were doing the same at the other borders. This was the first time I’d been in a fight without Gabriel and Sean, and though I was confident my warriors were up to the task, it felt strange to be in battle without them. Of course it was completely worth it, I wouldn’t trust Ella with anyone else.

Just before the fighting began, I forced myself to put Ella and the baby out of my thoughts. If I let myself worry about them I would be distracted from the battle, and that could be deadly. What’s more, if I focused on my sweet mate or what she might think of the violence I was committing, I might not be able to do what was necessary to win. War is brutal and ruthless – there’s no room for softness or tender feelings, and Ella inspires nothing but.

I told myself that I’d let myself feel the toll of violence when it was over. I had to turn off my emotions in the moment in order to protect my pack and my family, and I could live with the callousness of being a cold-blooded killing machine for a few hours. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I failed.

I lost count of how many rogues I killed, how many lives I ended with nothing more than my fangs. As the fighting dragged on, I focused only on the next step, the next target. I took my fair share of blows, becoming beaten and bruised as the night continued. Claws sliced into my ribs, teeth dragged down my back, and my own blood and sweat blended with the mud and fluids of dying rogues.

When it was all over the earth suddenly seemed too quiet. I’d gotten so used to the sounds of aggression and pain, the blood rushing in my own ears, that I worried something might be wrong with my hearing. Shaking myself, I recall that the wilderness should be serene and still – if anything is abnormal it’s the blood soaking into the ground as far as the eye can see.

I look around the forest, watching my wolves patrol for signs of survivors with a sense of grim pride. It hadn’t been easy, but we did our job. For the first time I take an inventory of my own injuries, noticing the lingering pain in my ribs, and the beginning of a wicked bruise on my leg.

I can’t relax until I know that the other fights succeeded as well, so I shift and race back to the car to retrieve my phone. Roger, Hugo and the other commanders all sent messages saying that their areas were secure, and the former two are already on their way here to provide backup in case we need it. I call them off, instead turning to the reporters who followed us into the field, filming the battle.

I look into the nearest camera, trying to hide my impatience. I want to send the pack reassurance, but I need to get back to Ella too. I know she made it to the safe house alright and that nothing will happen as long as they’re there, but this entire ordeal has been incredibly unnerving.

stopped. My enforcers have pushed back and eliminated the rogue threat, with minimal losses on our side. I will provide more details in the hours and days to come, but I want to assure everyone that Moon Valley is safe, and the all clear signal

to the cameraman frowns, raising his

clear was already given

I demand, my face crumpling into a

know how it happened, but they’re certain. It doesn’t sound like anyone took it seriously because

myself, the Alpha council and the King. As I process this, something else occurs to me. Everyone with access to technology would see the footage, but we keep the sirens and

free for very good reason – because when the Prince attempted to assassinate my father, the

the all clear went out then Gabriel and Sean would have followed protocol and taken Ella

distraction? My wolf growls. If the King can call for the all clear the Prince probably found a way to use his father’s authority to give the

Lydia’s doing! I think bitterly. She knows our protocols, she knows the systems. If everyone else was still inside hunkering down, the Prince’s men could have intercepted

call Hugo and Roger and brief them along the way, beyond furious with myself for not foreseeing this possibility. They try to assure me that it’s probably nothing, but I won’t

breaking every speed limit possible along the way. I’m silently praying to the Goddess the whole journey,

I wasn’t

the house, I discover one of the guards in

lying in a bloody heap on the doorstep. “Alpha.” He groans, clutching a wound in his stomach.

takes his feet and we cart him inside. We lay him out on the couch and Roger leaves to call

in his eyes. “Gabriel, Sean… they’re all

inquire, my hands clenched in fists at my sides. He hadn’t