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.”

eyes still distant, as if 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.

fire started?” I ask softly, running my fingers through the dark,

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

the King – the current one, I mean?”

so hard to kill and people are often so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go

himself that Rafe 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 and make them, I think the writing was already on the

your decision that took your mother, it was Xavier’s, or whoever was responsible. It wasn’t some tragic accident, it was murder.” I argue, hating the

to worry, Ella. I’m okay – I forgave

eyes. “I can tell you right now, that if it

to think that my sacrifice wasn’t

tucks my head under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay, little wolf.

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

– the rat. “It comforts me just

hoping to help ease 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 lead

just flattering me.” Sinclair rumbles with

when we first

that would have made my mother very proud.”

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