Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 466

Roger and I are quiet the next morning as we go through our breakfast routine in the kitchen. It’s not an awkward sort of quiet, just…us thinking our own thoughts while staying very close to one another.

We stayed up late last night, first attending to the baby. Roger was heartbroken, too, that our barely- formed child was already worried about something – and that it’s all our fault. So we spent a good long time passing him comfort and happy thoughts down our bond, letting him feel reassured. When he finally drifted off to what we call sleep even though, honestly, it’s probably not an accurate term Roger and I took a deep breath and finally got back to the real conversation: what the hell we’re going to do.

But, of course, we didn’t come up with any solutions. Because our past experiences in the last, barely-finished war have already made it clear to us that trying to make plans? It never works.

So we eventually fell asleep holding each other close, whispering promises to put each other and our family first, even as the nation and its people ask us for more.

“That’s weird,” Roger murmurs, flicking through his phone as he leans against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand.

my tea to cool it, “the fact that you’re actually

me and smirks, but shakes

something’s up,” he says. “He wouldn’t take a sick day unless he needs it. Do you think it has something to do with Ella? That crazy dinner she went to last night?” My eyes widen as I consider it. ” Maybe,” I say, reaching for my own phone, hoping maybe she texted to fill me in. But I scowl when the screen comes up empty. And then I turn my head to the side a little, curious… Because it’s not like Ella to not send me

brand new, Cora- “Or the garbage disposal keeps making this really weird noise -” “You’re imagining that,” he murmurs, pulling me sharply closer. ” Or it’s

stairs. ” This sounds serious – we’ll have to investigate this right away -” And I laugh as my gorgeous mate carries me upstairs,

in each other. I slip my fingers through his hair, only half listening as he tells me more about his and Sinclair’s plans to create an Alpha Academy to train young wolves to be officers

me beneath him a bit, his lips peeling back over his teeth as he growls at the door, tense

against the pillows. ” She’s the one bursting into our house it’s her own fault if she sees

at me, annoyed, one

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