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!”

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

to 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 staying home. “We’re trained in

says, waving a dismissive hand. ” It will be enough to

the rest of my life – what would I tell our child – when I remembered that I could have been there and

him falter, no knowing how to reply. And frankly I’m torn by the idea as well if Sinclair died, and

know if I’d survive it myself. Now? Sinclair asks me, his own inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I step forward, putting a hand on

I whisper and, after a second, my sister drags her eyes away from her mate to look at me. Slowly, I shake my head, “Cora, you can’t

the hell would Roger feel if you got killed

collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I

towards her and wrapping her arms around his waist. She lays her head on his chest when he puts his own arms around her. “I don’t like this,” she whispers against his shirt, “I hate it,

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

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

own stir of intense emotions at her question, looking up at Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No,

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

them a moment alone. My mate takes my hand as we pass through the door and head down the hall, both

different now?” Sinclair asks me as we

him over to his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t the first time you’ve sent me off to battle. Does it feel

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

at the memory. He shushes me a little, pressing a finger to my mouth, and I nod, understanding. It’s not that he