Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 329

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

mate and

off, Dominic,” Roger growls, forcing himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora,

not,” I murmur, leaning

Rafe upstairs,” Ella sighs, nodding to

get him down for a nap.”

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

turn my attention back to my

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

digging his fingers into the windowsill and not turning

for days. And I don’t even know what

wrong.”

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

spinning on me.

a question, Roger,” I say, shrugging and meeting

make her question your

he shouts. “I didn’t do

your answer,” I reply with a little shrug. “If

your only choice is to keep reaching out, and wait for her to come to you when

can do now except be

snarls, turning away from me

like the truth,” I reply, sighing. “Because my answer wasn’t ‘go rip the world

and then sling her over your shoulder so you can more easily

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

where she was.”

to him, putting a hand on his shoulder

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

“She’ll thank you for it, in the end, if you

in the meantime, let me distract you.”

harder on this cult

my advice

think of it as a puzzle,” I say, slipping my arm around

little squeeze, “and when you finish it, your reward is that my son

that a great prize?”

and covering his eyes with his hand. “But you get maybe

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

reply, nodding and lying through my teeth. Because there’s no way I’m letting

this.

already. So I turn him, my arm still around his shoulders,

head to the office to sort through the evidence we’ve sorted through a thousand times.

ourselves out looking

interrogative team together to better speculate about the possibilities, when

the front door to the house

the door, only one person clear on his mind

I’m more wary, more aware of the possibilities and my muscles

as we reach the office door

in case it’s a

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their way in, a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over his

would never, ever come through the first door if

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