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!”

me mind-to-mind as I lean back against him,

if it did come to something as simple as a vote? It’s three to one. Cora’s staying home. “We’re trained

enough to hold us through it

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

how to reply. And

dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I step forward, putting a hand

her eyes away from her mate to look at me.

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

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

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

myself into? Battle after battle, fight after fight? Constantly worried about whether or not

his head steadily at

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

takes my hand as we pass through the door

now?” Sinclair asks me as we head into our little

I ask, brought out of my thoughts at his words. “Now 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 different, now that he’s a

on, he was my little guy. But no,” I reply, straightening

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

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