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 –”

bat into hell,” he mutters, his frustrated expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t exactly peaceful

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 and turn to my sister. Clearly in a mood, Roger

the investigators.

he’s gone, “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 then all of a sudden

I say, hesitating and looping my arm with

her off. “Sinclair brought in his team of investigators – the ones who were working on the question of the switched sperm sample

wanted to…clear you. Before I was allowed to text

me?” Cora

pulling into a

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

yiving me an exasperated look as op my am mers al work to settle we baby, bobbing him in my arms. “Obviously Sinclair and I don’t suspect you! But his team needs to be thorough, and you were the last one who we know had the sample! It makes

Cora says, her voice softer now, but no less

mollify her because, honestly, it was more like six hours.

then exhale. Then, slowly, she pulls her hands down her face, tucking them beneath her chin in two fists,

Ella,” Cora says, her voice as

say, shaking my head at her, my eyes wide with apology. “You know that

my investigators – they

says, nodding. “I get it. But,

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 were

through her hair. “Of course – I’ll tell you everything. But don’t your investigators have the notes?” Cora asks, confused, “from the last time we talked? I told

“Well…” I say, my voice wheedling as I passes the baby to Sinclair and take both of Cora’s hands. The baby calms almost instantly in Sinclair’s arms. “How do you feel

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

do

not bad!” I insist, that too–big smile still pasted on my face. “It just makes you remember! And then you’re just a little hungry afterwards, that’s all!”