Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 501 – Happily Ever

Ella

“Nope,” Sinclair says, heaving himself out of bed and grabbing his phone off the bedside table as he does. ” I can’t live like this, Ella – I’m calling Roger, I’ve got to know – ”

“Dominic!” I say, laughing and grabbing for him, trying to catch the edge of his pajamas and failing because I’ve got a sleeping baby in my arms and another pressed warmly to my side. ” Don’t, come back!”

“I just!” he says, pressing the phone to his ear and running a frantic hand through his hair. “You tell me that there’s drama in her life, but that it’s no big deal, and that it’s girl stuff? What the hell am I supposed to do with that for the next twenty years!?”

“You’re supposed to sit down,” I say, laughing harder now and patting the mattress on his side of the bed, still warm from his delicious body heat. ” Honestly, if this is the way you react after all of our daughters’ baptisms, we’re not having them anymore – ”

Sinclair sighs and pulls the phone from his face, slumping back down on the bed. “Fine,” he sighs. “Just boys, after this.”

“Mmkay, sweetie,” I murmur, even though my mind flashes back to the vision my mother’s priests gave me so long ago. We’ve got two more coming I think a boy and a girl. But who knows what their own futures hold.

“I’m glad you came to your senses and hung up the phone,” I murmur, scooting myself and my two children closer to him, my voice a little smug.

“I didn’t,” Sinclair mutters, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Roger just didn’t pick up.”

I grin at him, shaking my head. “Why can’t you just take good news for what it is? Human families don’t get any insight when their children are born, and Roger and Cora told us that Ariel has an incredible life. The drama – it’s going to happen whether or not you know what it is.”

“Well, you know what it is,” he says, sending me a rueful little glare.

say, laughing and resting my head on his shoulder. “Cora knows, and she has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just

we can get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses my hair after a moment, which makes me smile as I look down at my baby girl, my thumb tracing long strokes along my beautiful son’s

and contentment radiating through the four of us

chance…would you want to know? What your godmother saw, what

and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I

green eyes shift to me. “If you… had a chance. To know that…your first mating was going to eventually fail. But that there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and I was

kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is my favorite part –

the kids!?” I gasp, my

mean, the kids,” he says, shrugging as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to glare at me a

head at him. “No, Dominic. I think – I mean, I think we both mean the same thing. It’s our little family that results from all of it, and each part of it is individually wonderful, and of course you are at the center of all of it for me. You’re – you’re my mate, my love.” I shake

precisely what I mean, and how I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face up

my hair back over my shoulders

hums, dropping his head a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck, sending a

to mine. ” So?” I say, pushing, truly wanting his answer. “What do you

“Well,” he says, contemplative, “on one hand, it would have saved me a great deal of stress and sadness at some points in my life, to know that this was waiting for me that this was the true, wonderful hand the Goddess was

deal of stress and sadness. I see the loss of his mother, the years he spent tortured, pining for his first mate when she was with Roger, and then their tumultuous marriage, the wanting a child and never being blessed with one, the mating bond he eventually rejected. Then the years after that of just feeling …empty. And then of meeting me, and wanting me, and wanting our child but not knowing what it meant, to have a child with a woman

we each had to play mother and sister to each other. The horrible unknowing years when I was at my darkest point, and then

to me that we chose this,

as I nod at him, because now he’s the

pick you, Dominic,” I say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand lifetimes,

leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he holds me tight in

he murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and

and giving him a smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say, nodding down at our little girl, “to pass the

wiping away all of my tears. ” She might be baby trouble, but you’ll always be my trouble. And you’ll

softly at him, because…well, because