Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 329: Missing

Sinclair

“Where is she,” Roger growls, pacing through our living room as Ella sit on the couch feeding

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Rafe, watching him anxiously. “I’ve been everywhere looking for her – at the clinic, at her

apartment –”

“You must have just missed her, Roger,” Ella says, as worried as he us but wanting to calm him

down. “She calls me every morning and night to fill me in. It sounds like she’s just super busy at

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the clinic it got very overwhelmed when she disappeared with us for a few days.”

“He’s keeping her there,” Roger murmurs suspiciously, his anxiety really doing a number on him.

“She broke up with him, and he pretended to accept it, but he’s keeping her trapped in the clinic

so she’ll agree to give him another shot –”

“You know she’s not doing that, Roger,” I say, leaning against the fireplace mantle and taking a

deep breath. Honestly, I don’t want to be in here handling my brother’s paranoia, but Ella sent me

a little shout down the bond letting me know that she needed some help. He’s been worked up for

days, of course, but really seems to be going off the deep end now. Not that I wouldn’t be too,

honestly, if I was freshly mated to Ella and then she disappeared for five days.

“How do you know,” Roger snaps at me, his eyes flashing with rage.

“Because,” I reply, my wolf responding to the challenge in his voice by raising his hackles. “I

know Cora. She wouldn’t do that. You have to trust her.” I stand up straight, my body language

communicating to Roger that I can take him, and if he needs someone to pin him to the floor, that

I’ll do it. After all, my mate and my infant child are in this room. If he flips out… their safety is my

priority. Not his.

“He’s right, Roger,” Ella says, trying to keep her voice even. “Honestly, she sounds fine, she’s just

really busy. She told me to… tell you she loves you.”

“But why won’t she pick up my calls?” Roger snaps, spinning on her, “why, when I go to the clinic

to see her, is she conveniently not there? Why is she never in her apartment when she says she

is!?”

forward, interposing my body

mate and my brother.

off, Dominic,” Roger growls, forcing himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll magically appear in the driveway. “I’m not going to hurt anyone.”

murmur, leaning back against

to the baby, who has finished eating.

him down for a nap.”

little boy out of the room, my

my attention back to my

need you to come back, Roger,” I say, my voice

his fingers into the windowsill and not turning towards me. “How can

she hasn’t talked to me for days. And I don’t even know

wrong.”

after a long pause, considering. “Did you

Rodger spits, spinning on

shrugging and meeting his

question your

shouts. “I didn’t do

answer,” I reply with a little

keep reaching out, and wait for her to come to you when

nothing you can do now except be

snarls, turning away from

reply, sighing. “Because my answer wasn’t ‘go rip the

and then sling her over your shoulder so

yeah,” Roger replies, arrogant and angry. “Obviously that’s

where she was.”

him, putting a hand on his

don’t move away – I’m bigger than he is, anyway. I can take what he throws at me.

“She’ll thank you for it, in the end, if you

in the meantime, let me

want me to work harder on this cult problem,” he sighs,

head, giving into my advice a little

I say, slipping my arm around his shoulder and giving him

squeeze, “and when you finish it, your reward is that my son doesn’t get

Isn’t that a great prize?”

covering his eyes with his hand.

he continues, “before I’m out there looking

my teeth. Because there’s

for Cora when he’s like this. He’ll completely freak her out, and

she’s spooked already. So I turn him, my arm still around his shoulders, towards the

to the office to sort through the evidence we’ve sorted

ourselves out looking for

calling our interrogative team together to better speculate

front door to the

feet and moving towards the

aware of the possibilities and my muscles bunch as I

him, pushing behind me as we reach the office door together

it’s

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black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over his head. I think

never, ever come through the first

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