Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 345

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!”

lean back against him, tense as we watch our siblings argue. When do I

But even if it did come to something as

enough to hold us through it until

hell would I feel, for the rest of my life – what would I tell our child – when I remembered

I see him falter, no knowing how to reply. And frankly I’m torn

voice dark and sad. Let me, I

from her mate to look at me. Slowly,

hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby with you – and he could have kept

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, by the rare display of intense emotion.

towards him, placing her hands on Roger’s shoulders, turning him back towards her and wrapping her arms around his waist. She lays her head on his chest when he puts

against his hair. “I’m sorry. But Cora, I promise you it

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

at Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head

around her. “I promise it

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

now?” Sinclair asks me as we head into our

him over to his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t

I lay Rafe down, “since very early on, he was my little guy. But no,” I reply, straightening and looking up

mouth, and I nod, understanding. It’s not that he doesn’t want me to engage with these feelings these memories – he

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