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

on pack business, and it was well known that

able to prove it, but we always suspected

was political. King Xavier was on the throne then, and

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

under way back then.”

it was the King – the current

less potent now that we’ve moved on

baddest wolf around

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

taking you on directly, that they go after

killing you, but Alphas who lose their

pups rarely recover fully.”

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

could have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is

the current king – my

to rule, but it was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t have heirs

time left to try and make them, I think the writing

wall. My father was too strong

wasn’t your decision that took your mother, it

responsible. It wasn’t some tragic accident, it was

still

tenderly. “You don’t have to worry,

a long time

forgive.” I

far enough to look into

me or Rafe, I would choose him every time –

want him to think that my sacrifice

himself”

Sinclair tucks my head under his chin, stroking my

know.”

I’m supposed to be comforting you.” I complain. Trying

failing to wriggle free.

“It comforts me

you have any

if she could see you today?” I ask

became exactly the man

You never lost sight of what matters most, even when

you. You lead with love instead of fear, and you don’t

strength with cruelty.”

just flattering me.”

when we first

a scheming gold digger?”

sure that would have made my mother very

you realized you were wrong, you owned up

“And when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to

think about it. I remember being so shocked,

and you held me more gently and with

in my entire

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

him. He could go from being a grizzly

blink of an

you could see yourself the way

up your ego – which, for

I

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