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

was away on pack business, and it was well

We were never able to prove it, but we

on the throne then, and my

politics that are playing out today – they

under way back then.”

think it was the King –

potent now that we’ve moved on to politics.

and baddest wolf

on your back. And the worse thing is that you’re

of taking you on directly,

be as effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

caress my

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

king – my

he would be soon. Xavier

time left to try and make them, I think the

was

arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your

responsible. It wasn’t some tragic accident, it

hating the guilt still dominating my

“You don’t have to worry,

long

nothing to forgive.” I

look into his emerald eyes. “I can

me or Rafe, I would

him to think that my sacrifice

himself”

chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay, little

know.”

me! I’m supposed to be comforting

failing to wriggle free.

are.” Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts me just holding

you have any idea how proud

I

speaking with complete honestly. “You became exactly

never lost sight of what matters most, even

with love instead of

strength with cruelty.”

you’re just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles

when we first met, and you

a scheming gold digger?”

sure that would have

were wrong, you owned up to your mistake.” I

saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to

it. I remember being so

predator – and you held me more

my entire

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

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

of

wish you could see yourself the way

up your ego – which, for the record, I

it’s already big enough.” I quip, yelping when Sinclair pinches my

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