Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 210 – Reunited

Sinclair

It had all happened very slowly.

I heard the deafening noise, felt the excruciating heat of the blast, but when the explosion struck my body was thrown from the car. I remember sailing through the air, feeling as though I was traveling through water as flames and entropy eviscerated the vehicle where I had just been sitting. I hit the ground hard, my head slamming into the earth and stealing my consciousness.

When I woke, I was lying at least ten meters from the blast radius. My head ringing, acid churning in my stomach, I stumbled back towards the burning cars in a daze. I don’t know how much time had passed, but my men were little more than charred husks, and the vehicles nothing more than tangled knots of molten steel.

I vomited onto the ground, emptying my stomach and trying not to let the horror consume me. I’d loved my men like brothers, but if I stopped to process their losses, my own life might be forfeit too. I did not know if the danger still lingered – or even from whence it had come, though I could certainly guess.

I quickly checked myself for injuries, noting the way every breath rattled and tore against my aching ribs, and the blood that seeped through my torn clothes. I shifted, and abandoned all thought of going on to the Storm Forest pack. For all I knew, my would-be assassin was waiting there in case their bomb failed. My phone was lost in the wreckage, and I was in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles from any being I knew and trusted. So I took off into the wilderness, letting the sun and moon guide me back towards Gabriel’s city, not allowing myself to stop or rest even once.

I was terrified that this was not an isolated threat, that perhaps similar nightmares had befallen my family… my mate. I needed answers, but I needed to get back to them faster. I thought about seeking Ella in my dreams, but I was afraid that if I let myself sleep I might not wake for hours, and the people I love would be vulnerable without me for that much longer. So I forced myself to carry on, until at last the crystalline lake and gleaming outline of the capital came into view.

I started calling to Ella then, and though my heart pulsed and skipped gloriously when she responded, by that time I was so diminished that I couldn’t think of any intelligible thoughts other than her name. I tore into the city at top speed, ignoring the gasps and shouts of the shifters I passed. And when I finally saw my beautiful mate, fighting tooth and nail to escape her guards, I shifted back into my human form.

I unleashed the remaining reserves of power I’d been holding back, and found the strength to stay upright.

His grip goes slack, and Ella takes full advantage, scrambling free

me so tightly that my broken ribs scream in protest. But I don’t make a sound, I swing her legs up into my arms so that I can cradle her against my chest as she buries her face in my neck, breathing in my scent. “I knew you weren’t dead! No one believed me but I knew!” She sobs, pulling back only far enough

wolf sighs in my head. Mine,

these last few weeks pours forth, along with all my pain, sadness and fear. Ella takes it all with utter generosity and pure passion, letting me drown her in my feelings and yielding her

closer to me. Reluctantly, I force myself to drag my lips from hers before we get too carried away. “I missed you, trouble.” I purr, wishing I had a free hand to explore her round tummy, and instead sending my love for my son

missed you more.” Ella insists, stroking my jaw with a mischievous glint

let her go. The last few days have been too horrible to bear- not knowing what I would be coming home to… if there would be anything left for

to see Dad wheeling towards us, tears and amazement plain on his face. I set Ella’s

like a boy again as he kisses my hair and rubs his strong hands over

lost you.” He admits thickly, his face twisted into a grimace as he delves

battling over the past few days, a grief I understand all the better now that I have a son

listen to your mate.” Dad replies, relinquishing his hold on me so he can reach for Ella. Her warm little body snuggles in beside

terror since it happened … but she was right.” Gabriel informs me, though there is no bite in his voice. The King is standing above us with a wide smile, and not even the sight of my sweet mate

Ella in Dad’s arms so I can hug Gabriel and Philippe, and then Roger is charging out of the palace gates wearing an expression I’ve never seen before. “You bastard!” My brother is all aggression, and he lashes out as he draws near, pushing me in the chest and forcing me backward. “You scared the hell out of me. Where the devil have

intervene, but I beat him to the punch. I duck Roger’s next attack, and throw my arms around him, restraining his arms and forcing him to settle as he