Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 480 – Sad Farewells

Cora

“Well,” Hank says, sighing contentedly as he wraps an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “With Ella here in the city able to patch up anyone pretty much instantly and cure a variety of diseases just by holding people’s hands, there’s not as much use for me here.”

“Oh!” Ella squeaks, and I laugh because I can tell that she feels guilty for making Hank feel a little redundant.

“No, Ella,” Hank says, grinning at her. “Sarah and I just talked about it and I think we can be of more use up in the Northern provinces. There’s a great deal of people there – both humans and wolves – who are without healthcare, and especially without a surgeon.” He shrugs. “I think we can do some good.”

“I think that’s really cool, Hank,” I say, grinning at him.

“I think it’s right,” he says, smiling at me. “But still, I’m glad we got to be here for this, and to meet Jesse.”

“I’m glad too,” I say softly, smiling at my friend. Because as much as my life is full now, and I have less and less time to spend at the clinic…I will certainly miss him.

Hank leans forward to give me a kiss on the cheek, his own quiet farewell, and then Ella walks he and Sarah from the room, murmuring something about Sinclair wanting to say goodbye.

When he leaves, Roger walks quietly over to me, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the door. “What was that all about?”

“Well,” I say, smiling up at him, ” you’ll be glad to know that Hank is moving away – up to the northern provinces, actually.” I don’t know much about the kingdom’s territories up there, but I do know that it’s a lot of wild land and a lot of rough living. I wonder, privately, if it will suit Hank and Sarah, who don’t exactly strike me as country folk.

“Oh,” Roger says as he purses his lips and looks towards the door, nodding slowly.

I click my tongue, my face bursting into a grin.

“What?” Roger asks, turning to me.

“I can’t believe you’re not crowing with victorious joy,” I say, laughing and shaking my head at him.

“Well,” Roger says, lifting his chin, though he can’t fight his smile anymore. “My mother told me that if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

I roll my eyes. “Words you’ve never lived by.”

he says, sinking onto the bed and smiling as he looks at the baby and me. “I’m a role model

whisper to my sleeping boy. “He’s

Roger says, leaning close to peer

one week,” I whisper

Jesse’s eyes flutter open a little and

I murmur, holding him closer and rocking him so that he’ll go back to

to be in on the fun,” Roger sighs, stroking a hand over my hair. “Doesn’t

say, lifting my head to grin at my mate. “Because we laugh a lot in this family. And I don’t intend to stop

my thought,

Ella

tucked still sleeping in his arm, and frowns up at me as I descend with Hank and Sarah, clearly intuiting my emotions

the northern provinces! I say to my mate mind-to-mind, genuinely upset. Make

he smiles. And how on earth

know, I reply, scowling. Some sort

at me and then turns to Hank and Sarah

“I hear you’re leaving. It’s

and then he glances back at me. “You know,” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll never get

his eyebrows. “I’ve heard the packs

too,” Hank says, nodding. “Their healing practices are said to

come to his side and pout at Hank and Sarah, really not wanting them to leave. “Even just so Ella has

them know I want that

at me.” Thank you both,” Hank says, looking between us. “For such incredible opportunities. And for introducing us.

hear that,” I say, tucking my clasped hands under my chin and beaming

Sarah says, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder. “I owe you everything, Ella – keeping

say, raising my eyebrows, but Sinclair just laughs and

he smiles. “Your path is your own. Though I hope you’ll let us support your

poverty up there, which is part of why we want to go. A

reaches out a hand, which Hank