Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 313 – Sister Support

Ella

“Ella!” I hear my sister’s voice cry the same moment I hear the front door to the house open. I stand quickly from my seat in Sinclair’s office, Rafe awake and peaceful in my arms, and move to the open doorway.

“Cora!” I call. I see her spin away from the living room where she was looking for me and jog down the hall towards me, Roger closing the house’s main door behind him as he enters as well. Cora takes my shoulders in her hands as soon as she gets close.

–

“Are you

– are you all right?” she gasps, looking me over, and then looking down towards the baby. I can see a little relief come into her face the moment she sees us both before her, intact and safe.

“We’re okay,” I say, giving her a little smile. “For right now, we’re okay. Thank you for coming so late at night.”

My sister snaps her eyes up at me, frowning a little.

“What?” I ask.

“I just…” she says, confused, glancing back at Roger, “I didn’t expect you to be so calm.”

“Well, it happened like, eleven hours ago,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. “We’ve had some time to process and plan

–

Suddenly she scowls, turning fully to glare at Roger coming down the hall towards us. “The way this one was pounding on my door, flying around like a bat out of hell –”

into hell,” he mutters, his frustrated expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t

up,” Cora huffs, narrowing her eyes at Roger and then turning back to me. Roger opens his mouth to retort but I reach out and give him a little shove and turn to my sister. Clearly in a mood, Roger just shakes his head and goes into the office, where Sinclair is still talking to

the investigators.

me earlier if this happened hours ago? There wasn’t anything on my phone when I woke up from my nap at 9 – and then all of a sudden Roger’s pounding

complicated,” I say, hesitating and looping my arm with Cora’s at the elbow,

what I’m about to say is going to piss her off. “Sinclair brought in his team of investigators – the ones who were working on the question of the switched sperm sample

you. Before I was allowed to text

Cora

say, my mouth pulling into

shouts, her voice ringing out through the house. Rafe flinches and starts to cry, still cuddled in my arm.

yiving me an exasperated look as op my am mers al work to settle we baby, bobbing him in my arms. “Obviously Sinclair and I don’t suspect you! But his team needs to be thorough, and you were the last one who we

believe I was a suspect! After everything!” Cora says, her voice softer

her because, honestly, it was more like six hours. “And obviously you were cleared! So!” I shrug

her face and covers it, taking a minute to breathe in deeply and then exhale. Then, slowly, she pulls her hands down her face, tucking them beneath her chin in two fists, a gesture I remember from our childhood when

never hurt you, Ella,” Cora says, her voice as pleading as it is

“You know that I know you have nothing to

says, peeking out from the office. “Forgive my investigators

understands. “Okay,” she says, nodding. “I get it. But, what

Sinclair says, his hands in his pockets as he slowly walks over to us. “You have more knowledge of it than the rest of us – you were there. We’d like to see if you remember anything from that afternoon that

mean,” Cora says, running a hand through her hair. “Of course – I’ll tell you everything. But don’t your investigators have the notes?” Cora

I say, my voice wheedling as I passes the baby to Sinclair and take both of Cora’s hands. The

jaw. “Are you serious? Ether?” she

do