Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 329: Missing 

Sinclair

“Where is she,” Roger growls, pacing through our living room as Ella sit on the couch feeding

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Rafe, watching him anxiously. “I’ve been everywhere looking for her – at the clinic, at her

apartment –”

“You must have just missed her, Roger,” Ella says, as worried as he us but wanting to calm him

down. “She calls me every morning and night to fill me in. It sounds like she’s just super busy at

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the clinic it got very overwhelmed when she disappeared with us for a few days.”

“He’s keeping her there,” Roger murmurs suspiciously, his anxiety really doing a number on him.

“She broke up with him, and he pretended to accept it, but he’s keeping her trapped in the clinic

so she’ll agree to give him another shot –”

“You know she’s not doing that, Roger,” I say, leaning against the fireplace mantle and taking a

deep breath. Honestly, I don’t want to be in here handling my brother’s paranoia, but Ella sent me

a little shout down the bond letting me know that she needed some help. He’s been worked up for

days, of course, but really seems to be going off the deep end now. Not that I wouldn’t be too,

honestly, if I was freshly mated to Ella and then she disappeared for five days.

“How do you know,” Roger snaps at me, his eyes flashing with rage.

“Because,” I reply, my wolf responding to the challenge in his voice by raising his hackles. “I

know Cora. She wouldn’t do that. You have to trust her.” I stand up straight, my body language

communicating to Roger that I can take him, and if he needs someone to pin him to the floor, that

I’ll do it. After all, my mate and my infant child are in this room. If he flips out… their safety is my

priority. Not his.

“He’s right, Roger,” Ella says, trying to keep her voice even. “Honestly, she sounds fine, she’s just

really busy. She told me to… tell you she loves you.”

“But why won’t she pick up my calls?” Roger snaps, spinning on her, “why, when I go to the clinic

to see her, is she conveniently not there? Why is she never in her apartment when she says she

is!?”

forward, interposing my body between my mate

and

off, Dominic,” Roger growls, forcing himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll magically

better not,” I murmur, leaning back against the mantle.

sighs, nodding to the baby, who has finished

get him down for

boy out of the room, my

they’re gone, I turn my attention back

come back, Roger,” I say, my voice soft. “We

windowsill and not turning towards me. “How can I

me for days. And I don’t even know what I

wrong.”

pause, considering. “Did you do anything

Rodger spits, spinning on me.

shrugging and meeting

question your mating?”

“I

reply with a little shrug. “If you didn’t do anything, then it’s

is to keep reaching out, and wait for her to come to you

nothing you can do now

snarls, turning away from me

reply, sighing. “Because

and then sling her over your shoulder so you can more easily carry her

angry. “Obviously that’s what I would

where she was.”

move over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder that makes him jump a

than he is, anyway. I can

it, in the

And in the meantime,

cult problem,” he

head, giving into my advice a little

it as a puzzle,” I say, slipping my arm

when you finish it, your reward

a great prize?”

he sighs, shaking his head and covering his eyes with his hand. “But you get maybe

he continues, “before I’m out there looking for

reply, nodding and lying through my teeth. Because there’s no way I’m letting

for Cora when he’s like this. He’ll completely freak her out, and it

already. So I turn him, my arm still around his

the evidence we’ve sorted through a thousand

this, wearing ourselves out looking for loopholes

interrogative team together to better speculate about the possibilities,

front door to the house slams open.

the door, only

the possibilities and my muscles bunch as I sprint

him, pushing behind me as we reach the office door together so

case it’s a threat

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as I see my reconnaissance team forcing their way in, a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack

never, ever come through the first door if

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