Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 450 – Grasping at Straws

Ella

Sinclair walks Cora and I swiftly back to our suite of rooms, Rafe still bundled safely in Cora’s arms. When we get there, Sinclair gives me a swift kiss on my head, already looking down the hall.

“I’m going to catch up with Roger,” he murmurs. “We’ll send dad to you whenever we find him -”

“Why,” I say, grabbing his hand, worried. “Why don’t you all just come here?”

Sinclair shakes his head as he looks down at me. “We need eyes on Xander we have to talk to the staff, see if anyone knows where he went. I promise – we’ll both come to you as soon as we have more information. All right?”

I bite my lip but I nod, not liking it but trusting him. With his own nod of assurance, Sinclair strides away.

“Come on, bride,” I say, pushing the door open to my room and allowing Cora to sweep through with my baby and her long train. “Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Cora sighs. “I mean, this dress is fantastic, but it’s heavy.”

“Oh, you poor thing, in fifty pounds of silk and satin,” I murmur sarcastically, kicking off my heels and leading all of us into the closet. Before I do anything, though, I take my sweet baby from my sister and lower him down into the wheeled bassinet that’s waiting there for him. I’ll transfer him to his real crib later, but he’s perfectly happy taking a little nap here before I change him.

“He’s such an easy baby,” Cora says with a sigh as I move behind her and start to un-do all of the buttons that run down her back. “How did you get so lucky?”

“He’s just an angel,” I say, my voice overly doting, making us laugh. “But seriously,” I say, “I think wolf babies are just different. A lot less crying, a lot more understanding between parents and child even when they’re that young. It’s incredibly convenient.”

“I hope that’s true,” Cora says, her hand absently going to her own stomach. “I don’t have as much patience as you, so if this kid isn’t as easy as Rafey here? We’re going to have trouble.”

“You’ll be great,” I say, grinning at her as I finish with the buttons and she starts to shimmy out of the dress. As she does I move to lift the soft white sweatsuit I had made for her off the shelf. Cora gasps when she sees it. “Ella!” she says, hands on her hips. “You didn’t!”

back,” I say, grinning and handing it to

keep it – you’re Mrs. Sinclair too! And you’ve given us too much

pressing it into her hands. “If you don’t think I had my own made just like it,

and starting to pull it

dress and reaching for some soft clothes myself. “Plus, we get to have

for the first time in our lives,” she says, laughing.” Sisters in

thinks it’s as cool as I do, and we both laugh with

we’re both changed, I change Rafe into his own pajamas – he fusses a little, wanting to be left in peace, and I murmur my apology

put at the

know,” Cora says thoughtfully, curling up on her side of the little couch and facing me. ” Nothing good, obviously but…” she turns her head to the side, considering. “Well, if you were Xander, what

for Rafe?” I posit, glancing down at

made a very definite move

mean?”

“Rafe is already Sinclair’s heir to his throne. There’s no way for Xander to really claim Rafe as his own now as part of Xavier’s line. Rafe’s thoroughly a Sinclair, just like us. If Rafe inherits, the people who

to nudge her

I grin and nudge her again, letting her know that she’s in

I take her point. “So,” I say softly, “you think

the strategic part of her mind. “I think that while Xander hasn’t made it easy,

realizing as we perhaps have that the Atalaxians have brought him

his time and power is

So, he’s scrambling.

what would he do?” I wonder

clearly thinking it through as she speaks. “He’d grab at whatever he thought was rightfully his, whatever he can hoard to

rights – we’d have him arrested, if