Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Sinclair

As Cora sits on the bed with her sister, I meet my brother’s eyes above her head and nod towards the door. He nods as well, agreeing. He places a hand on Cora’s shoulder and gives her a little squeeze before heading to the door.

Ella turns towards me as I stand up, grabbing my phone and heading to the closet, but I speak to her mind–to–mind to let her know that everything’s fine as I quickly pull on some casual clothes. Take care of Cora, I say to Ella, trying to send warmth and support along with my words. We’re just going to go talk downstairs with the team.

Ella nods to me, with a little smile, and then when I meet Roger at the door we walk out together, closing it behind us.

As soon as the door is shut, we’re instantly in motion. “We need more information,” Roger says, striding for the stairs. “And we need a drawing of this man, if we can convince Cora to speak to a sketch artist – it could be incredibly helpful –

”

“That shouldn’t be difficult,” I agree as the two of us hurry down the stairs to my office, where a team of investigators worked through the night on the case. “I’ll have a trained sketch artist come by as soon as possible – I’m sure Cora will comply –” I pull my phone from my pocket and start looking through my contacts.

“Someone should contact Hank,” Roger murmurs, striding into the office and moving behind the, desk. “To let him know that she won’t be in to work anytime soon – we need her here –“

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I pause, a little, in my search for someone who can contact a reliable and discreet sketch artist to look at Roger and raise an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t think you’d be showing such concern for Dr. Hank anytime soon,” I murmur.

Roger shoots me a dirty glance. “It’s strictly professional,” he murmurs, sorting through some papers on the desk and handing them off to the investigators to properly file. “And after last night, he knows something is up –”

“Does he?” I ask, looking at Roger fully now. “Hank was there last night? At Cora’s?”

”

lifting his head to meet my eyes. Can we not?” he asks, impatient. “Can we not do this,

from waiting for someone to bust into my house to steal my child, and teasing Roger about Cora seems like just the thing. But I can tell that he’s perturbed, so I leave it alone.

said that several times – the man was consistently dressed like one of the Goddess‘ dedicated priests, but in

it close to him, “Don’t you have someplace where you can start with that?” he asks passively, already sitting down and starting to type.

a fraud, and that her wolf was dormant?”

mental note to contact him after I find the sketch artist. “We were in touch with him yesterday in case he had come across anything

Roger confirms, still searching.

looking for?” I ask, working to peer over

searching. “With some…rare books. On the subject of the history of shifter religion.” He shrugs and turns the computer to me so that I can see a very old, very basic website that includes

can contact the people here. It’s a closed–stack collection but,” he shrugs, “I’m sure you can pull some strings. Get us in to see what they’ve

ask, leaning over the computer and scrolling through the options. Roger wants to go to a library?

of years of shifter religious history. If anyone’s going to have an

will be them.”

back to my phone to

“What?!”

is done with the sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously. “You’ll take her to this library with

gritted, clearly frustrated. I’m curious about this. Why does he suddenly not want to go with Cora? “I mean, what is Cora going to add to the investigation?

about them in the moment because she

sits back in his chair, nodding. I work hard to keep the smirk

her, on the mission…he’s clever enough. Probably a good researcher,

and as I steal a glance at my brother I see that he’s glaring at me, knowing precisely what it is that I’m implying. “Cora and I will go tonight. It will

I say casually, pressing a contact on

and Ella coming down the stairs, the baby in Ella’s arms,