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!?”

I take a step forward, interposing my body between my mate

mate and

away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll magically appear in the

not,” I murmur, leaning back against the

take Rafe upstairs,” Ella sighs, nodding to the baby, who has finished

down for a

to her, watching her carry our little boy out of the room, my heart

my attention back

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

his fingers into the windowsill and not turning towards me.

talked to me for days. And I

wrong.”

say after a long pause, considering. “Did you do

Rodger spits, spinning on me.

say, shrugging and meeting his

question your mating?”

shouts. “I

answer,” I reply with a little shrug. “If you didn’t do

And your only choice is to keep reaching out, and wait for her

you can

away from me

don’t like the truth,” I reply, sighing. “Because my answer wasn’t

and then sling her over your shoulder so

angry. “Obviously that’s what I would do,

where she was.”

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

than he is, anyway. I can take

thank you for it, in the end, if you approach this

suspicion. And in the meantime,

work harder on this cult problem,” he sighs, closing his

giving into my advice

a puzzle,” I say, slipping my arm around his shoulder and

it, your reward is

that a

he sighs, shaking his head and covering his eyes with his

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

reply, nodding and lying through my teeth. Because there’s

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

my arm still around his shoulders,

sort through the evidence we’ve sorted through a thousand

hours doing this, wearing ourselves out looking for loopholes that

together to better speculate about the possibilities,

to the house slams

towards the door, only

possibilities and my muscles bunch as I sprint to get

me as we reach the office door

in case it’s

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a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over his head. I think several things

ever come through the first door if they didn’t have to

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