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.

has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful that we know our two children are

feel his exhaustion, finally, as the morning light streams around the curtains that we’ve pulled shut so 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

contentment radiating through the four of us and

think? If you had the chance…would you

and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I see that his eyes are moving between our two perfect

that…your first mating was going to eventually fail. But that there was me, on the other end of it.

and kissing

more than the kids!?” I gasp, my mouth falling

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 bit. “Wait, are you saying you like the kids

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 my head, smiling at him. “The center of

mean, and how I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face up to press a soft kiss to my

my shoulders haughtily. “I have a

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

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

it through. “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

bond to me in a flash of explanation for what he means when he says a great 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

“It would have helped me to,” I say. And then I do the same, passing my own memories to him. The horrible years with only Cora by my side, when we each had to play mother and sister to each other. The horrible unknowing years when I was at my darkest point, and then my terrible ex-boyfriend, who I had truly thought I loved – but who betrayed me so deeply. The terrible longing for a child

passing the warm balm of his love down our bond to me, wiping away those terrible memories. “As much as it would have been good to know what was waiting, Ella…it’s important to me that we chose this, and we fought for it – every step of the way. That it wasn’t just some fate that the Goddess gave to us. That

him, because

voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand lifetimes, a thousand chances to

him while somehow miraculously

it wouldn’t matter,” he murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and our wonderful life,

pulling back a little and shaking my head at him and giving him a smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say, nodding down at our

smirking at me as he moves his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away all of my tears. ” She might be baby trouble, but you’ll always be

nod, and smile softly at him, because…well,