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 heading into your apartment, which smelled like wonton soup and –”

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

the investigators.

anything on my phone when

I say, hesitating and looping my arm with Cora’s at the

because I know what I’m about to say is going to piss her off. “Sinclair brought in his team of

you. Before I

me?” Cora

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

through the house. Rafe

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 sense, from an investigative

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

because, honestly, it was more like six hours. “And obviously you were cleared! So!” I shrug and look at her pleadingly,

then exhale. Then, slowly, she pulls her hands down her face, tucking them beneath her chin in two fists, a gesture I remember from our childhood when she was truly upset.

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

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

the office. “Forgive my investigators – they were just following process

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

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

you everything. But don’t your investigators have the notes?” Cora asks, confused, “from

baby to Sinclair and take both of Cora’s hands. The baby calms almost instantly

you serious? Ether?” she asks,

to do

pasted on my face. “It just makes you