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!”

speaking to me mind-to-mind as I lean back against him, tense as we watch our siblings argue.

on their own if they can. But even if it

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

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

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

dark and sad. Let me, I reply,

second, my sister drags her eyes away from her mate to look at me. Slowly, I shake my head,

she growls, stern. “Because,” I reply, with a little shrug. “Your argument goes both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if

collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I think, by the rare display of intense emotion. These Sinclair brothers – they’re so steady on the surface, but we always have to remember that still waters

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

“I’m sorry. But

always going to be like this?” she asks, looking up at him. “Is this what I’ve gotten myself into? Battle after battle, fight after fight? Constantly worried about whether or not you’re coming home to

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

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

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

now?” Sinclair asks me as we

at his words. “Now that he’s born,” Sinclair says, nodding to the baby as I carry him over to his little

down, “since very early on, he was my little guy. But no,” I reply, straightening

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