Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

“As happy as this is,” Sinclair says, folding his arms over his chest and looking around at the four of us. “And it is happy,” he says, looking at Cora and Roger to let them know that he’s sincere. They nod their understanding. “We do still have a problem on our hands,” he says, nodding to Rafe

in my arms.

“Yes,” I say, looking eagerly up at Cora. “Henry found out some more about the cult – I’ll tell you

all about it. It’s…not good,” I say, with a little grimace.

“Oh,” she says, drawing her brows together. “Okay – yes, I want to hear everything.” I nod, tugging at her waist so that she’ll follow me into the house. Sinclair and Roger come close behind.

“Did you find anything else out?” Sinclair asks Roger.

“No,” Roger replies, a little apologetic. “Just what we sent you from the library. Was it useful?”

“Incredibly,” Sinclair confirms, thankful. “But yes, we found out more…”

”

My mate and I take Roger and Cora into the little office and tell them everything, seating Rafe in

a little swing that we’ve placed there temporarily since we’ve been spending so much time here.

working on this issue. They’re both as horrified as we were to discover that we likely have

someone in our midst who is working for the cult, who either has already betrayed us or will soon.

Though both wrack their minds they, like us, can’t come up with a viable candidate for who it is.

“We need more information,” Sinclair growls, thoughtful, as he flips through what paperwork his

investigators have produced for the case, as if he might find something else there. I nod, agreeing,

but I look at Cora and see her fading a bit.

“You haven’t slept, have you?” I ask, concerned.

She smiles at me, apologetic, but shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Ella,” she says. “I want to help but I

think…”

“Upstairs,” I say, my voice definitive, swatting her on the rear. “Immediately, sleep.”

“I’ll take her,” Roger says, stepping forward to take Cora by the arm.

I say, putting a hand on his chest and shoving

and falling back a

his hands up. “I promise,” he says, “I just want

cheek. “We’ll figure it all out when you wake up, okay?” I say, giving her a little nudge towards

will.” And then she takes Roger’s hand and

them disappear form our sight. “I’m so happy,” I say, leaning against his chest and sighing contentedly. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, dipping his

holding me tight against him. “They’re idiots for not doing it sooner.”

say anything for a moment, considering all the things that held them back in the

for them,” I sigh. “Not like

shake his head against the back of my neck.

in his arms and looking sincerely up at him. “We always

we figured out that we loved each other, and especially

us, it

looking calmly down into my eyes. “But

me. “Like ours. They’re going to work it

resting my head against his chest and closing

both of them.”

like a very real possibility. Cora and Roger stay

they can’t go, and it fills

tiny little touches

say something in her ear, to see the way she

his dark, wry

day six, Cora takes me by the shoulders and

must go back to

head back on my neck

need you!”

”

she says, taking her hands back and folding

a little love bubble

something.”

my eyebrows at her and giving her

at me. “I’m not changing my mind, Ella. I’m in love

up, stopping me. “But I have a life. And a boyfriend who I never broke up with. And a job that requires me to

to go deal with

at my shoes. “Did you

ask, glancing

her forehead and shading her eyes, embarrassed. “I kind of

But I need to be

the arm in what I hope