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!?”

interposing my

and

back off, Dominic,” Roger growls, forcing himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll magically appear in the driveway. “I’m not going to

I murmur, leaning back against

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

him down

carry our little boy out of the room, my heart surging with

When they’re gone, I turn my attention back to

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

fingers into the windowsill and not turning towards me.

when she hasn’t talked to me for days.

wrong.”

pause, considering.

spits, spinning

say, shrugging and meeting his

question your mating?”

shouts. “I

with a little shrug. “If you

only choice is to keep reaching out, and wait

nothing you can do

ridiculous,” he snarls, turning away from me again, desperate.

sighing. “Because my answer wasn’t ‘go rip the

her over your shoulder

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

where she was.”

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

don’t move away – I’m bigger than he is, anyway. I can take what he throws at

for it,

the

harder on this cult problem,” he sighs, closing his eyes and

my advice

say, slipping my arm around his shoulder and giving him

your reward is that my son doesn’t

Isn’t that a

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

I’m out there looking for

my teeth. Because there’s

like this. He’ll completely freak her out, and it

already. So I turn him, my arm still around his shoulders, towards the door and

sort through the evidence we’ve sorted

wearing ourselves out looking for

together to

front door to the

instantly on his feet and moving towards the door, only one person clear on his mind

aware of the possibilities and my muscles bunch as I sprint to get

me as we reach the office door together

case it’s

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go dark as I see my reconnaissance team forcing their way in, a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over his head. I think several things at once, the first being that

come through the first door if

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