Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 345 – Parting

Ella

I blink, surprised, when I hear a laugh tumble from Roger’s mouth. Honestly, I had expected anything else. Yelling? Yes. Begging? Sure. Stern orders? Absolutely.

Anything, really, except the low chuckle that falls from Roger’s lips as he leans back and puts his hands in his pockets. “I’m serious,” Cora says, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “I’m going with you. You need me.”

“Cora,” Roger says, shaking his head. “I need you, absolutely. But if you think for a second that I’m letting my pregnant mate climb into a sewer with me as part of an attack on an unknown enemy.

“Well if you wouldn’t let me do it, why on earth would I let you do it!” she counters, angry.

“Because I’m not pregnant!” Roger shouts back, angry, as if it’s obvious. Sinclair shifts a little, moving behind me – his arms still around my shoulders – so we can both watch.

“We’re pregnant,” Cora shouts, pointing between herself and him. “ This is not a me or a you kind of thing! I am not interested in single motherhood on what is essentially day two of this pregnancy!”

“Cora,” Roger sighs, putting an exhausted hand on his forehead. “This is my job. This is what we do. You can’t ask me to back away from it.”

“Why not, when you’re doing the same to me?” Cora counters, shaking her head at him, being stubborn. I bite my lip, torn between wanting to support my sister and frankly agreeing with Roger. There’s absolutely no way in hell that Cora should be going on this mission.

“What are you talking about?” Roger asks, frustrated. “I can help,” she says, pointing at herself, “I’m a doctor. You guys are going to get all torn up out there – you need me!”

of this? Sinclair asks, speaking to me mind-to-mind as I lean back against

this out on their own if they can. But even if it did come to

says, waving a dismissive hand. ” It will be enough to hold us through it until we

die! And how the hell would I feel, for the rest of my life

thought and I see him falter, no knowing how to reply. And frankly I’m torn by the idea

asks me, his own inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I step forward, putting a hand on

whisper and, after a second, my sister drags her eyes away from her mate

a little shrug. “Your argument goes both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby

at the idea and has to turn away from us, tortured by it, raising a hand to cover his face for a moment as he collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I think,

her head on his chest when he puts his own arms around her. “I don’t like

he murmurs, his lips against his hair. “I’m sorry. But Cora, I promise you it will be all

like this?” she asks, looking up at him. “Is this what I’ve gotten myself into? Battle after battle,

looking up at Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No, he

promise, Cora,” Roger replies, tightening his arms around her. “I promise it

me, then, and I nod, letting him shepherd me out of the room and giving the two of them a moment alone. My mate takes my hand as we pass through the door and head down the hall, both of us silent, me looking down at my baby and feeling, I’m sure, almost precisely the same feelings that Cora is at

asks me as we

my thoughts at his words. “Now that he’s born,” Sinclair says, nodding to the baby as I carry him over to his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t the first time you’ve sent me off to battle. Does it feel different, now that

no,” I reply, straightening and looking up at my mate, who stands

eyes at the memory. He shushes me a little, pressing a finger to my mouth, and I nod, understanding. It’s not that he doesn’t want me to engage with these feelings these memories –