Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 208 – Isabel Comforts Ella

Ella

Four days. Four days since Sinclair’s car was bombed in West Vanara, and four days since I last heard his voice.

I refuse to believe he’s gone. I know the others have given up hope, but they don’t know my mate like I do, and they don’t have our bond. I don’t know where he is or why we haven’t heard from him, but I know he’s out there somewhere. If the doctor would just let me out of this bed I’d go find him myself.

Unfortunately he’s keeping me under lock and key, and a roster of babysitters have been assigned to watch me. Honestly it’s insulting, but I suppose my first few escape attempts might have given him cause to worry. The first time I slipped out past my guards I made it all the way down to the second floor before Philippe caught up with me and hauled me back. The second time, I only made it down the hall, and the third was dead in the water before I could even finish making a rope out of my bed sheets. That was about the time the bossy wolves who seem to think they can tell me what to do now that Sinclair is… out of reach… decided I needed constant supervision.

I know everyone is trying to be patient with me, novelebook.com but they’re dealing with their own grief too, and the doctor frightened them about my condition. If they would just listen, I would tell them that the best possible solution for my stress would be to find Sinclair and bring him home. Nothing will help more than having him with me… but they won’t listen, so I’m stuck here – lying around in my nest and banned from working.

“This is stupid.” I complain, glaring at Isabel. “Shouldn’t you be in the nursery?”

‘The King thought my experience dealing with whiny babies made me ideally suited to look after you.” Isabel responds coolly. “And James is with the pups.”

I glance at her curiously. “How’s that going? You and James?”

Isabel shoots me a withering look. “Why don’t you worry about yourself, Princess.” Though many people now address me seriously with this title, from Isabel it’s pure derision. “You haven’t slept, you haven’t eaten or washed your filthy hair. If you truly believe your mate is out there, then you might want to pull yourself together so he doesn’t have to come home to a hot mess.”

even a challenge. And how can

“You don’t

confirm, staring at my lap. “But you’ve lost a mate, you

Isabel snaps, “I was there when my mate died. I saw it and I felt it, there was no doubt he was

expect I’d do exactly

words leave my lips, novëebook.com

her lips. “It was more than a year ago, before any of this started.” She explains, surprising me. Still, the emotion in her voice from sharing these basic details makes me regret asking this of her. “Our baby, Sophie, was only a month old, and we were both exhausted and overjoyed. Daniel was absolutely besotted with her, and in a lot of ways, he was better with her than I was. I had a really difficult birth and my body was wrecked. Nothing

to stay and fight, to hold them off so we could get away. I thought he was going to be right behind us, but all my instincts were to protect Sophie,

when Sophie woke me up in the middle of the night.” Isabel sighs, “I hadn’t been… I’d wanted her so badly before she arrived, and then with all the difficulties and losing Daniel – I wasn’t the mother I should have been, let’s just say that. But that night I went to feed her, and her eyes had changed color. They were blue when she was born, but

for neglecting her, for letting my grief make me forget what a miracle she was. Everything turned around that night. I finally became the mother I was meant to be, the one who would have

what happened anyway… Isabel made it, and her daughter did not. “I’m so sorry, Isabel.” I profess, cuddling her close, tears in my own eyes. “No one should have to go through what you have. I wish there was some way I

hiccups. “You gave me the nursery. You brought all of us

his foot

you

confess, ‘The other day, after the phone call with Dominic, I was worried about upsetting the baby.

having you is better for them, even if you’re upset.” She grimaces, “and it tells you just how traumatizing losing a parent truly is

child that way?” I ask, thinking