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

“Dad was away on pack business, and it was well

never able to prove it, but we

King Xavier was on the throne then,

the politics that are playing out today – they

under way back then.”

was the King – the current

potent now that

with being the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it puts a

worse thing is that you’re so hard

on directly, that they go after your family instead.”

effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

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

“It could have been anyone, but I actually think

the current king – my father

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

of time left to try and make

was

wasn’t your decision that took your mother, it

whoever was responsible. It wasn’t some

hating the guilt still dominating

don’t have to

long

Dominic, there’s nothing to forgive.” I

back far enough to look into

to me or Rafe, I would choose him every time – even tiny

wouldn’t ever want him to think that

himself”

head under his chin, stroking my

know.”

supposed to be comforting you.” I

failing to wriggle free.

“It comforts me just holding you

decide to change tactics. “Do you have

could see you today?” I ask him softly, hoping to

“You became exactly the man

of what matters most,

love instead of

strength with cruelty.”

you’re just flattering me.”

bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you

a scheming gold digger?”

sure that would have made my

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

“And when you saw I was hurting, your first

remember being so shocked, because here

– and you held me

in my entire

hands. “You make me sound

of him. He could go from being a grizzly

blink of

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do,

to pump up your ego – which, for

enough.” I quip,

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