Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 330

#Chapter 330 – Missing

Sinclair

“Where is she,” Roger growls, pacing through our living room as Ella sit on the couch feeding

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Rafe, watching him anxiously. “I’ve been everywhere looking for her – at the clinic, at her

apartment –”

“You must have just missed her, Roger,” Ella says, as worried as he us but wanting to calm him

down. “She calls me every morning and night to fill me in. It sounds like she’s just super busy at

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the clinic it got very overwhelmed when she disappeared with us for a few days.”

“He’s keeping her there,” Roger murmurs suspiciously, his anxiety really doing a number on him.

“She broke up with him, and he pretended to accept it, but he’s keeping her trapped in the clinic

so she’ll agree to give him another shot –”

“You know she’s not doing that, Roger,” I say, leaning against the fireplace mantle and taking a

deep breath. Honestly, I don’t want to be in here handling my brother’s paranoia, but Ella sent me

a little shout down the bond letting me know that she needed some help. He’s been worked up for

days, of course, but really seems to be going off the deep end now. Not that I wouldn’t be too,

honestly, if I was freshly mated to Ella and then she disappeared for five days.

“How do you know,” Roger snaps at me, his eyes flashing with rage.

“Because,” I reply, my wolf responding to the challenge in his voice by raising his hackles. “I

know Cora. She wouldn’t do that. You have to trust her.” I stand up straight, my body language

communicating to Roger that I can take him, and if he needs someone to pin him to the floor, that

I’ll do it. After all, my mate and my infant child are in this room. If he flips out… their safety is my

priority. Not his.

“He’s right, Roger,” Ella says, trying to keep her voice even. “Honestly, she sounds fine, she’s just

really busy. She told me to… tell you she loves you.”

“But why won’t she pick up my calls?” Roger snaps, spinning on her, “why, when I go to the clinic

to see her, is she conveniently not there? Why is she never in her apartment when she says she

is!?”

interposing my body

mate and my brother.

growls, forcing himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll

better not,” I murmur, leaning back against the mantle.

sighs, nodding to the baby, who

get him down for

out of the room, my heart surging with love for

my

Roger,” I say, my voice soft. “We

he growls, digging his fingers into the windowsill and not turning towards me. “How can

for

wrong.”

say after a long pause, considering. “Did you do

spits, spinning

Roger,” I say, shrugging and meeting his furious eyes. “Did

her question

shouts. “I didn’t do

then there’s your answer,” I reply with a little shrug. “If you didn’t do anything, then it’s

your only choice is to keep reaching out, and wait for her to come to you when

literally nothing you can do now

away from

truth,” I reply, sighing. “Because

your shoulder so you can

“Obviously that’s what I would do,

where she was.”

a hand on his shoulder that makes him jump a little

is, anyway. I can take what he throws

for it, in the end, if you approach this with faith

the meantime, let me distract you.”

want me to work harder on this cult problem,” he sighs, closing

my advice

a puzzle,” I say, slipping my arm around his shoulder

little squeeze, “and when you finish it, your reward is that

Isn’t that a great prize?”

his eyes with his hand. “But you get

this,” he continues, “before I’m out there looking for her

teeth. Because there’s

like this. He’ll completely freak her

So I turn him, my arm still around

to sort through the evidence we’ve sorted through a thousand

spend hours doing this, wearing ourselves out looking for loopholes that we haven’t

to better speculate about the possibilities, when

to the house slams

his feet and moving towards the door, only one person clear on his mind

more aware of the possibilities and my muscles bunch as I sprint

reach the office door together so that I can get into the hall

case it’s

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forcing their way in, a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over his head. I think several things at once,

through the first door

have a hold

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