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

were never able to prove

was on the throne then, and

that are playing out today – they

under way back then.”

was the King –

his emotions less potent now that we’ve

and baddest wolf around

thing is that you’re

of taking you on directly, that

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

pups rarely recover fully.”

caress my

could have been anyone, but I actually think

the current king – my father was younger

was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t have

to try and

father was

it was arson then it wasn’t

responsible. It wasn’t some tragic accident,

the guilt still

don’t have to worry, Ella. I’m

long

I insist,

far enough to look into

it came down to me or Rafe, I would choose him every time – even tiny as he

think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it,

himself”

head under his chin, stroking

know.”

be

failing to wriggle free.

the rat. “It comforts me just holding you this

change tactics. “Do you have any

today?” I ask him softly, hoping to help

became exactly

what matters most, even when the whole

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

strength with cruelty.”

flattering me.”

not.” I bite back. “Do you remember when we first

a scheming gold digger?”

have made my mother

you owned up to your mistake.” I

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

about it. I remember being so

you held me more gently and with more compassion

my

beneath my hands. “You make me sound

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

blink of

“I wish you could see yourself the

to pump up your ego – which, for the record,

I quip, yelping when Sinclair

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