Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 466 – Home and War

Cora

Roger and I are quiet the next morning as we go through our breakfast routine in the kitchen. It’s not an awkward sort of quiet, just…us thinking our own thoughts while staying very close to one another.

We stayed up late last night, first attending to the baby. Roger was heartbroken, too, that our barely- formed child was already worried about something – and that it’s all our fault. So we spent a good long time passing him comfort and happy thoughts down our bond, letting him feel reassured. When he finally drifted off to what we call sleep even though, honestly, it’s probably not an accurate term Roger and I took a deep breath and finally got back to the real conversation: what the hell we’re going to do.

But, of course, we didn’t come up with any solutions. Because our past experiences in the last, barely-finished war have already made it clear to us that trying to make plans? It never works.

So we eventually fell asleep holding each other close, whispering promises to put each other and our family first, even as the nation and its people ask us for more.

“That’s weird,” Roger murmurs, flicking through his phone as he leans against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand.

“What,” I ask, turning to him and blowing on my tea to cool it, “the fact that you’re actually reading your messages? That you know where your phone is? That it’s charged?”

He flicks his eyes up to me and smirks, but shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs. “Sinclair sent me a message telling me not to come in until this afternoon. Says he needs to sleep.”

My eyebrows go up in surprise. “Wow, slacking on the job, so early in his reign.”

Roger laughs a little and tucks the phone away in his pajama pocket. ” Nah, something’s up,” he says. “He wouldn’t take a sick day unless he needs it. Do you think it has something to do with Ella? That crazy dinner she went to last night?”

hoping maybe she texted to fill me in. But I scowl when the screen

pictures of Rafe, selfies of her with bed-hair with

say, looking up at Roger. ” Sis is

my waist to pull me close. “Either way, it means I have

I’ve got some chores in mind,” I say, grinning and putting my tea down before standing on my toes so I can wrap

bathroom is brand new,

garbage disposal keeps making this

pulling me sharply closer. ” Or it’s haunted, which is also something

mine. “Well then, there is a

taking me with him. I grin and wrap my legs around his waist,

actually a problem with the sheets, underneath

for the stairs. ” This sounds serious – we’ll have to investigate this right away

my gorgeous mate carries me upstairs, and into

up in each other. I slip my fingers through his hair, only half listening as he tells me more about his and Sinclair’s plans to create

front door downstairs creek

beneath him a bit, his lips peeling back over his teeth as

“Cora!”

as Ella’s voice rings up the stairs, accompanied

him a little shove. ” Come on,” I say, “we’re going to want to get dressed

the one bursting into our house it’s her own fault if she sees something she

before moving to the closet and pulling on a robe. I’m