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.”

he 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 that day took

softly, running my fingers

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 hand and next

King –

worse thing is that you’re so hard to kill and people are often so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go after your family instead.”

Xavier is a more likely suspect than the current king – my father was younger and not quite strong enough yet to

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

“You don’t have to worry, Ella. I’m okay –

tears again. “It wasn’t your fault.” I pull back far enough to look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you right now, that if it came down to me or

that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it,

tucks my head under his chin, stroking my

me! I’m supposed to be comforting you.” I complain. Trying and failing

Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts me just holding

today?” I ask him softly, hoping to help ease his pain but speaking with complete honestly. “You became exactly

me.”

you remember when we first met, and you still thought I was a scheming

yes, I’m sure that would have made my mother very

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