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!”

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

But even if it did come to something as

waving a dismissive hand. ” It will be enough to hold us through it until we can get home

of my life

no knowing how to reply. And

inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I reply,

second, my sister drags her eyes away from her

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

a moment as he collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I think, by the rare display of intense

her head on his chest when he puts his own arms around her. “I don’t like this,” she whispers against

sorry. But Cora, I promise you it will

myself into? Battle after battle, fight after fight? Constantly worried about whether or not you’re coming home to

intense emotions at her question, looking up at Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No, he says, firm in my mind. We will have

tightening his arms around her. “I promise it

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

me as we head

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

with a little smile as I lay Rafe down, “since very early on, he was my little guy. But no,” I reply, straightening and looking up at my mate, who stands close to me. “It’s always horrible, Dominic. I’m never going to get used to it. That time we thought you

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