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!”

I lean back against him, tense as we watch our siblings argue. When do

they can. But even if it did come to something as simple as a vote? It’s three to one. Cora’s

a dismissive hand. ” It will be enough to hold us

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

to reply. And frankly I’m torn by the idea as well if Sinclair died,

Sinclair asks me, his own inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I step forward,

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

us, tortured by it, raising a hand to 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

towards her and wrapping her arms around his waist. She lays her head on his chest when he

know,” he murmurs, his lips against his hair. “I’m sorry. But

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

and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No, he says, firm in my mind. We will have peace. I

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

pass through the door and head down the hall, both of us silent,

it different now?” Sinclair asks me as we head into

as I carry him over to his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t

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

little, pressing a finger to my mouth, and I nod, understanding. It’s not that he doesn’t want me to engage with