Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 314 – Sister Support

Ella

“Ella!” I hear my sister’s voice cry the same moment I hear the front door to the house open. I stand quickly from my seat in Sinclair’s office, Rafe awake and peaceful in my arms, and move to the open doorway.

“Cora!” I call. I see her spin away from the living room where she was looking for me and jog down the hall towards me, Roger closing the house’s main door behind him as he enters as well. Cora takes my shoulders in her hands as soon as she gets close.

–

“Are you

– are you all right?” she gasps, looking me over, and then looking down towards the baby. I can see a little relief come into her face the moment she sees us both before her, intact and safe.

“We’re okay,” I say, giving her a little smile. “For right now, we’re okay. Thank you for coming so late at night.”

My sister snaps her eyes up at me, frowning a little.

“What?” I ask.

“I just…” she says, confused, glancing back at Roger, “I didn’t expect you to be so calm.”

“Well, it happened like, eleven hours ago,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. “We’ve had some time to process and plan

–

Suddenly she scowls, turning fully to glare at Roger coming down the hall towards us. “The way this one was pounding on my door, flying around like a bat out of hell –”

like a bat into hell,” he mutters, his frustrated expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t exactly peaceful heading into your apartment, which smelled like

huffs, narrowing her eyes at Roger and then turning back to me. Roger opens his mouth to retort but I reach out and give him a little shove

the investigators.

There wasn’t anything on my phone when I woke up from my nap at 9 –

arm with Cora’s

brought in his team of investigators – the ones who were

wanted to…clear you. Before I

me?” Cora asks, confused.

I say, my mouth pulling into a grimace. “As a…suspect.”

ringing out through the house. Rafe flinches and starts to cry, still cuddled in my

arms. “Obviously Sinclair and I don’t suspect you! But his

a suspect! After everything!” Cora says, her voice softer now, but no

was more like six hours. “And obviously you were cleared! So!” I shrug and look at her pleadingly, “maybe move on from

minute to breathe in deeply and then exhale. Then, slowly, she pulls her hands down her face, tucking them beneath her chin in two fists, a gesture

says, her voice as pleading

eyes wide with apology. “You know that I know

“Forgive my investigators –

that she understands. “Okay,” she says, nodding. “I get it. But, what can I

to go back to that day,” Sinclair says, his hands in his pockets as he slowly walks over to us. “You have more knowledge of it than the rest of us – you

– I’ll tell you everything. But don’t your investigators

a wide, too–eager smile. “Well…” I say, my voice wheedling as I passes the baby to Sinclair and take both

drops along with her jaw. “Are you serious? Ether?” she asks, awed. “Do you – you

to do

just makes you remember! And