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!”

to me mind-to-mind as I lean back against him, tense as we watch

figure this out on their own if they can. But even if it did come to something as simple as a vote? It’s three to one. Cora’s

enough to hold us through it until we can get home –

die!” Cora counters, you could die! And how the hell would I feel, for the rest of my life – what would I tell our child – when I remembered that I could have been there

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,

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

goes both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby with you

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. These Sinclair brothers – they’re so steady on the

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 his own

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

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

meeting his eyes as he shakes his head

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

hand as we pass through the door and head down the hall, both of us silent, me looking down at

asks me as we head into our little

his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t the first time you’ve sent me off to battle. Does it feel different, now that he’s a little

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

spring to my 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 –