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

and it

We were never able to prove it, but

Xavier was on the throne then, and my

that are playing out today

under way back then.”

think it was the King –

his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved

baddest wolf around is that it puts

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

of taking you on directly, that

“It might not be as effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose their mate

pups rarely recover fully.”

my neck and caress my belly, as if

safe. “It could have been anyone, but

current king – my father was younger

it was clear he would be

left to try and

father was too strong and too well

arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your

responsible. It wasn’t

the guilt still dominating

“You don’t have

long time

nothing to forgive.” I insist, near tears again. “It wasn’t

back far enough to look into his emerald eyes.

Rafe, I would choose him every time – even

that my sacrifice

himself”

my head under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s

know.”

I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

failing to wriggle free.

– the rat. “It comforts me just holding

“Do you have any idea how

she could see you today?” I ask

honestly. “You became exactly

what matters

love instead of fear,

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles

remember when we first met, and you still thought

a scheming gold digger?”

sure that would have made my

were wrong, you owned up to your mistake.”

saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to hug

about it. I remember being so

predator – and you held me more

in my entire

purr vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me sound like

think of him. He could go from being a grizzly to a

of an

wish you could see yourself the way I do, Dominic. If you

not just trying to pump up your ego

because it’s already big enough.” I quip,

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