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 –”

a bat into hell,” he mutters, his frustrated expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t exactly peaceful heading into your apartment, which smelled like wonton soup and –” 1

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 just shakes his head and goes into the

the investigators.

this happened hours ago? There wasn’t anything on my phone when I woke up from my nap at 9 – and

say, hesitating and looping my arm with

going to piss her off. “Sinclair brought in his team of investigators –

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

me?” Cora

I say, my mouth pulling

out through the house. Rafe flinches and starts

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

believe I was a suspect! After everything!” Cora says, her voice softer now, but no less angry.

rolling my eyes and wishing to mollify her because, honestly, it was more like six

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

never hurt you, Ella,” Cora says, her voice as pleading as it is insistent.

her, my eyes wide with apology. “You know

peeking out from the office. “Forgive my investigators – they

she understands. “Okay,” she says, nodding.

Sinclair says, his hands in his pockets as he slowly walks over to us. “You have more knowledge of it than the

Cora says, running a hand through her hair. “Of course – I’ll tell you everything. But don’t your investigators have the notes?” Cora asks,

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

on my face. “It just makes you remember! And then you’re just a little hungry afterwards, that’s