Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 379-Family Planning Ella

We’re an almost ridiculously cheerful group about an hour later when Roger and

Cora come to join me and Sinclair in his little clinic room.

Roger is first through the door, his face stark with worry as he storms into the

room after getting word – probably from Hank – that Sinclair is awake.

“Dominic -” he says, all anxiety as Cora follows him in, closing the door quietly

behind them. But Roger stops in his tracks when he sees Dominic sitting up

happily in bed, smiling down at Rafe who has just woken up from his nap and

finished eating. I’m sitting happily on Sinclair’s side, so I have a front-row seat.

“Hey, Rog,” Sinclair says, looking up and giving his brother a warm smile.

“Seriously?” Roger asks, staring a little dumbfounded at his brother. “You – you

sleep for three days after being miraculously healed and all I get is ‘Hey Rog’?”

“What else do you want?” Sinclair asks, frowning confusedly at his brother.

“I don’t know,” Roger says, throwing out an exasperated hand. “Something more

significant I guess – maybe some kind of address to the fact that you had us

worried sick when you wouldn’t wake up

“Ignore him,” Cora says happily, crossing the room to Sinclair’s side and

dropping a happy little kiss on his cheek. “He’s just had a hard couple of days

groveling to Hank after punching him in the face and handing Rafe back to his

kidnapper.”

Roger scowls, sinking his hands into his pockets and glaring around at the three

of us. “Seriously? Three days later, and I can’t get a break about that?”

“We’ve forgiven you,” I say, raising my eyebrows and gesturing between me and

Cora – and, I admit, enjoying his awkwardness a little bit. “But Dominic,” I say,

pointing at my mate now, “hasn’t even had a chance to be mad. Not to mention

Rafe, when we tell him in ten years. He’s gonna be pissed.”

Roger clenches his hands into fists and glares around at all of us, starting to get

pissed again, and Sinclair – to my glee – feeds into it.

“You’re demoted,” he says with a deep Alpha’s command, glaring back at his

brother. “No longer my Beta, Roger. I’ll see what I can do about getting you

some menial command, see if you can earn my trust back-

“Dom-“Roger gasps, his face falling, but the slow smile that spreads across

Sinclair’s face has me and Cora cackling. Roger quickly figures out the joke.

a few steps forward to

calf.

pretending to be hurt and flinching his

I’m healing -”

slack, but when we all burst again into

glares at us. “I reject all of you,” he

in turn. “I break the bonds of mate, of

him fighting

to jerks who take joy in my guilt

over it, Roger,” Sinclair interrupts, laughing and looking

who coos and smiles, apparently picking up on the

fine. No one blames you for anything. Except maybe

the edge of the bed as Cora comes

his shoulders. “I almost wish it

and tried to kidnap Rafe,” he

I wouldn’t have to be nice to

Cora murmurs, frowning insincerely down at him.

of course,

Roger growls, pulling her close and making her

asks, shifting Rafe

he got the baby in his hands so that

I bite my lip a little as I watch my mate with his baby boy,

between the

down at herself and putting a

bit – I

healed me,” she gives a little shrug and meets

anxious for a day or two but Roger says that the connection

reason

says, raising his eyebrows. “Rafe

her eyebrows a little sarcastically,

glad my pregnancy

the right attitude, sis,” I sigh, leaning against

dad?” Sinclair asks,

tilts his head back towards the door. “In another room. He’s okay

I think he feels a lot of

men took a hard

everyone made

for what everyone went through –

grandkids at risk.

course – have spent a lot of

plan, we all thought it was best. But he hasn’t

it go.

talk to him,”

shaking his head at his

Sinclair says seriously, his eyes on his own

hoping to hell he never

he never, ever feels like he’s failed Rafe in the

he’s failed his children now. “Of course

my mate’s side, sending a little pulse of

I want him to

Sinclair turns to me, grateful, and presses a

my nose as he turns back

I find my eyes

strange in her eyes. And as I tilt my head at

blush

quite suddenly, that it’s jealousy.

growing closer every day…she doesn’t