Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 115

Ella

Tears are streaming down Sinclair’s face as he relives his Mother’s death, and I’m

doing my best not to burst into outright sobs. My heart aches for the little boy he once

was, and for the burden he obviously still carries today. Hearing this story, I

understand that his last conversation with his mother had truly stayed with him over

the years, shaping him into the man before me now.

“Afterwards, I leaned that she’d gotten Roger out of the house only to realize that I

wasn’t there.”

Sinclair Continues, wiping his eyes. “She ran back in to get me, even though the

guards tried to stop her.” Sinclair relates, “So you see, that’s why Roger always

blamed me… he wasn’t wrong. If I’d listened to her the first time, if I’d gone outside

when she told me to, she would still be alive now.”

“But Pancake wouldn’t.” I remind him thickly.

The corners of his mouth quirk up, “It was almost thirty years ago, baby. Pancake is

long gone.”

“You know what I mean” I chide him. “And your mother understood because you were

doing exactly what she was trying to teach you – to protect those more vulnerable

than yourself.”

“I know.” He confesses. “I spent years in therapy,

Just trying to come to terms with the fact that it was her choice. I was a child and

couldn’t have understood the danger, and she didn’t have to come after me.”

“But she was your mother, it wasn’t even a question for her.” I murmur, twining my

limbs with his so he can feel my solid weight in his arms. “She wanted you to live

much more than she cared about her own survival.”

He nods wordlessly, his eyes still distant, as if he hasn’t truly returned to the present.

“I understand that, but sometimes I still think that if it wasn’t for me, she never would

have needed to make a choice in the first place. My decision that day took her from

Dad and Roger and the pack.”

“Did you ever find out how the fire started?” I ask softly, running my fingers through

the dark, thick locks of his hair.

“In the weeks after the fire, it became clear that it was arson.” Sinclair explains

business, and it was well known that

We were never able to prove it, but we

the throne then, and my

next in line. All the politics that are playing out today –

under way back then.”

was the King – the current

potent now that we’ve

with being the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it

And the worse thing is that you’re so hard to kill and

so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go after

effective as killing you, but Alphas who

pups rarely recover fully.”

to nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if reminding himself

and I are safe. “It could have been anyone, but I

king – my father

but it was clear he

to try and make them, I think the

My father was too strong

it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took

whoever was responsible. It wasn’t some tragic

the guilt still dominating my mate’s

have to worry, Ella. I’m

a long time

to forgive.” I insist,

pull back far enough to look into his emerald

Rafe, I would choose him every

that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it, or

himself”

Sinclair tucks my head under his chin, stroking

know.”

supposed to be comforting you.” I complain.

failing to wriggle free.

rat. “It comforts

you have any idea how proud your

today?” I ask him softly,

with complete honestly. “You became exactly

You never lost sight of what matters most,

lead with love instead of fear,

strength with cruelty.”

me.” Sinclair rumbles

you remember when we first met, and you still

a scheming gold digger?”

have made

you owned

I was hurting, your

I remember being so shocked,

you held me

my entire

my hands. “You make me sound like my father,

He could go from

of an

see yourself the way I

not just trying to pump up

I quip,

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