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 –”

mutters, his frustrated expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t exactly peaceful

Roger and then turning back to me. Roger opens his mouth to retort but I reach out and give him a little shove and turn to my sister. Clearly in a mood, Roger just shakes his head and goes into the office, where Sinclair is still talking to some

the investigators.

“why didn’t you text me earlier if this happened hours ago? There wasn’t anything on my phone when I woke up from my nap at 9 – and

and looping my arm with Cora’s at

about to say is going to piss her off. “Sinclair brought in his team of investigators – the ones who were working on the question of the switched sperm sample

war – and they wanted to…clear you. Before I was allowed to text

me?” Cora asks, confused.

say, my mouth pulling into

My sister shouts, her voice ringing out through the house. Rafe flinches and starts to cry,

to settle we baby, bobbing him in my arms. “Obviously Sinclair and I don’t suspect you! But his team needs to be thorough,

can’t believe I was a suspect! After everything!” Cora

I reply, rolling my eyes and wishing to mollify her because, honestly, it was more

her hands to her face and covers it, taking a 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 I remember from

I would never hurt you, Ella,” Cora says, her voice as pleading

eyes wide with apology. “You know that I know you have nothing to do with this just….please,

Cora,” Sinclair says, peeking out from the office. “Forgive my

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

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 were there. We’d like

“Of course – I’ll tell you everything. But don’t your investigators have the

give my sister a wide, too–eager smile. “Well…” I say, my voice wheedling as I passes the baby to Sinclair and take both of Cora’s hands. The

serious? Ether?” she asks, awed. “Do you – you

do

“It just makes you