Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 115

Ella

Tears are streaming down Sinclair’s face as he relives his Mother’s death, and I’m doing my best not to burst into outright sobs. My heart aches for the little boy he once was, and for the burden he obviously still carries today. Hearing this story, I understand that his last conversation with his mother had truly stayed with him over the years, shaping him into the man before me now.

“Afterwards, I leaned that she’d gotten Roger out of the house only to realize that I wasn’t there.”

Sinclair Continues, wiping his eyes. “She ran back in to get me, even though the guards tried to stop her.” Sinclair relates, “So you see, that’s why Roger always blamed me… he wasn’t wrong. If I’d listened to her the first time, if I’d gone outside when she told me to, she would still be alive now.”

“But Pancake wouldn’t.” I remind him thickly.

The corners of his mouth quirk up, “It was almost thirty years ago, baby. Pancake is long gone.”

“You know what I mean” I chide him. “And your mother understood because you were doing exactly what she was trying to teach you – to protect those more vulnerable than yourself.”

“I know.” He confesses. “I spent years in therapy,

Just trying to come to terms with the fact that it was her choice. I was a child and couldn’t have understood the danger, and she didn’t have to come after me.”

“But she was your mother, it wasn’t even a question for her.” I murmur, twining my limbs with his so he can feel my solid weight in his arms. “She wanted you to live much more than she cared about her own survival.”

hasn’t truly returned to the present. “I understand that, but sometimes I still think that if it wasn’t for me, she never would have needed to make a choice in the first place. My decision

how the fire started?” I ask softly, running my

business, and it was well known that Mom was home with the pups. We were never able to prove it, but we always suspected the attack was political. King Xavier was on the throne then, and my father was his right

think it was the King – the current one, I mean?”

being the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it puts a colossal target on your back. And the worse thing is that you’re so hard to kill and people are often so afraid

and I are safe. “It could have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is a more likely suspect than the current king – my father was younger and not quite strong enough yet to rule, but it was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t have heirs and though he still had a lot of time left to try

if it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your mother, it was Xavier’s, or whoever was responsible. It wasn’t

worry, Ella. I’m okay – I forgave myself a long time

wasn’t your fault.” I pull back far enough to look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you right now, that

want him to think that

his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay,

be comforting you.” I complain. Trying and failing

lies – the rat. “It comforts me just

his pain but speaking with complete honestly. “You became exactly the man she hoped you would. You never lost sight of what matters most, even when the whole world was working against you. You

flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you still thought I was a scheming

have made my mother

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