Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 298 Home with Baby Ella

I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer.

“Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat.

“And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm.

“What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

–

my sister’s business is

My frown deepens as I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him.

“If there’s nothing else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and

questioning is at an end. I

he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

as Hank leaves the room, my

I look into his

wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids,

“And

I ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that I very much

space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a

me,” I murmur, settling back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to

leaning back on the chair.

Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to

his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me.

the time we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead

gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do all this?” I

They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This

say, reaching for it, my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so

shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if

Sinclair guides me up the stairs,

morning,” Sinclair

myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look up at

taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting

for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my emotions into words.

head against mine, speaking to my soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of

really, that this is all a dream to me. And that every moment of