Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 354 Thrones A Prince of Two

Ella

“Um, excuse me,” Roger says, and Sinclair and I – mutually surprised snap our attention to him. ” Obviously,” he says, pointing a slow hand between the air between him and his brother, “the question of why the Sinclair blood was desired is the only one with the clear answer – ”

“Oh my god, Roger,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning back in his chair and raising a hand to cover his face, exhausted.

“The quality of these genetics,” Roger continues, grinning, “I mean, who wouldn’t want these babies -”

“Not me, anymore,” Cora quips, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Roger with a raised brow.” Baby for sale! Highest bidder!”

“You’re worth millions,” Roger whispers towards Cora’s stomach, leaning his head low to pretend to speak to the baby. “Don’t let them undersell you -”

“Enough,” Sinclair snaps, though he does it half-heartedly. I can’t help but laugh a little, and honestly, when I consider it, I can’t disagree. I look at the proof still curled up in Sinclair’s arms.

“We did make a stone-cold cutie,” I say, leaning over to run a fond finger down my baby’s belly. “If mean Uncle Xandy was going for good looks, he certainly picked the right stud.”

Sinclair pulls his hand away from his face and shakes his head a little at me, as if he can’t believe that I, too, am making jokes at this time. But I smile up at him and shrug one shoulder. If we can’t laugh, what the hell are we doing in this life? And then I send a little pulse of love down the bond, letting Sinclair know that I appreciate him and. am taking it seriously.

lightness, sometimes, to balance all of the horrible things that have happened on the way to

by chance that Dominic

baby. “I can’t imagine….if I had just gone through this thinking I was a human, giving birth to a twelve- pound baby before six

found you,” Sinclair promises me, reaching out to brush his knuckles against my cheek. “There’s no way I wouldn’t have. This was meant to be. The Goddess had her

I say, believing him. “But…

“It would have

says, sitting forward. “Beyond the desire for genetically blessed, gorgeous kids,” she says, smirking at her mate, “what is the rationale for choosing a powerful werewolf like Sinclair?” she asks. “I mean, why not any other wolf? Why not,” she hesitates, looking to the man at her

throne. That Xander was betting that Dominic would beat Damon and take the throne next, and that

finish, fascinated by the depths to which my uncle had – apparently – thought this through. “A

his head a little. He then looks at Sinclair, a little apologetic. “I wouldn’t be surprised, Dominic, if he even had a hand in your inability to have children with Lydia. I don’t know quite how he would have managed that, but clearly you are capable of fathering children…” he shrugs, sighing a little

slumping back in my chair, shaking my head in

holds out a hesitant hand. “It is important,” he says, moving his gaze to each of us in turn, “that we all realize that this is a theoretical explanation. We only have a very little bit of evidence that Xander is himself involved. And while I admit that the story that

story,” I finish for him, nodding, understanding. I look around. “Do you think we’ll be

says with a little shrug. “Especially now that we know where Xander is located, we can refocus our attacks from his priests to him, under the theory that he is, indeed, the master that the priest spoke

a little at this. “I imagine,” I say

to be better prepared. But unfortunately,