Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 157

Cora Confides in Roger

3rd Person

As Sinclair and Ella raced away through the winding streets of the Vanaran capital, Roger found his gaze lingering on Cora. The human was staring after her sister in amazement, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes. The wind fluttered through her black hair, carrying her now-familiar scent to the rugged wolf.

Roger had been sticking close to Cora ever since they fled Moon Valley. When he first turned up on her doorstep telling her they had to flee the territory, she’d been too stunned to respond. He’d ended up packing a bag for her while she looked on in shocked silence, only speaking in response to direct questions. In the car he and Henry had explained the situation to her in as much depth as they could manage, but he could feel her fear as if it was his own. It called to his protective instincts, and he felt a strange affinity for this woman – like him, she was watching her younger sibling take the world by storm, and though she never expressed any dissatisfaction with her lot in life, Roger did wonder

Moving beside her, Roger watched as the frolicking pair became no more than tiny dots in the distance, “Amazing, isn’t it?” He remarked, startling the preoccupied woman. “A month ago we didn’t even think she had a wolf – and now this.”

Cora shook her head, “I can’t even wrap my head around it. I’ve known Ella my whole life… and she’s always been different, but I thought that was just… Ella being Ella.”

“What do you mean?” Roger inquired curious now.

Her mouth stretches into a wry smile. “I don’t need to tell you what it’s like growing up in someone’s shadow.” She murmured after a thoughtful beat. “And don’t get me wrong, Ella made incredible sacrifices for me, she cared for me through thick and thin. But I’d be lying if I said I never resented her for being so much better at everything, for being strong or brave enough to face the things I couldn’t.” Cora paused, clamping her eyes shut for a moment with obvious regret. “I’m not proud of it but sometimes I even blamed her for protecting me rather than letting me suffer – how’s that for ungrateful?”

Roger shrugged. “It’s natural to want to fight your own battles.” He empathized, catching her gaze, “and just because you aren’t proud of a feeling doesn’t make it invalid.”

tummy. When had anyone ever watched her so intently? As if they were looking straight through her to the very core of her being? Roger’s wolf perked up when he sensed a spark of interest in Cora’s chocolate eyes, and he shifted closer as she forged on. “Well either way it makes sense now.” She continued. “Why Ella always seemed to draw people to her

get that.” Roger nodded, looking after Sinclair and Ella one more time before turning away and encouraging Cora to do the same. “But making sense doesn’t make seeing it any less

can say that again.” Cora chuckled, wondering why she’d followed the man’s movements so naturally. “And the funny thing

parlor with a

now, some past darkness that hung over the sisters even in their happiest moments. “I always knew our lives… the way we grew up… took a toll on Ella,

a distance or facing her troubles alone. “I knew all that, but I didn’t realize how it weighed her down… trapped her. The Ella I grew up with wasn’t playful or free-spirited. She was brave, defiant and darkly funny at times, but this Ella? The one who throws off her humanity in the street and goes running off into the sunset to play, even though the world around us is on fire?” Cora shakes her head. “No one deserves such happiness more than Ella, and I hate that I’ve never seen this side

doorway of the parlor, and Roger studied Cora closely, trying to read between the lines of her words. “Do you feel

find her mate in order

the service counter. “What would it take to make you come out of your

blinked at him in surprise. “What makes you think I

notice when Cora blushed bright pink at the sound. “A lifetime

easy.” Cora hedged. “I’m on the run in a country I didn’t even know existed until

flashed his fangs, “So? That’s

is drunk on love.” Cora reminded him. “Dreams she

but the more she spoke the more intriguing he found her. The more he wanted to push

hand, was more than happy to jump at the distraction. They ordered, and Roger followed Cora to a table out front, keeping his father and