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!?”

forward, interposing my body between my mate and

and my

himself to turn away and stalk to the window, looking for Cora, hoping she’ll magically appear in the

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

going to take Rafe upstairs,” Ella sighs, nodding to the baby, who

him down for a nap.”

boy out

gone, I turn my attention back to my brother.

need you to come back, Roger,” I say, my voice soft. “We need

windowsill and not turning towards me. “How

she hasn’t talked to me for days.

wrong.”

long pause, considering. “Did you do

spits, spinning

just a question, Roger,” I say, shrugging and

her question your mating?”

shouts. “I didn’t do anything!”

your answer,” I reply with a little shrug. “If

her. And your only choice is to keep reaching out, and

you can do now

he snarls, turning away from

sighing. “Because my answer wasn’t ‘go rip the world apart

her, and then sling her over your shoulder so you can more easily carry her

replies, arrogant and angry. “Obviously that’s what I would do, if

where she was.”

move over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder that makes him jump a little bit.

move away – I’m bigger than he is, anyway. I can take what he throws at

quietly. “She’ll thank you for it, in the end, if you approach this with faith

of suspicion. And in the meantime, let

work harder on this cult problem,” he sighs, closing his eyes and hanging

head, giving into my

say, slipping my

it, your reward

Isn’t that a great prize?”

his head and covering his eyes with his hand. “But you get

I’m out

I reply, nodding and lying through my teeth. Because there’s

streets looking for Cora when he’s like this. He’ll completely freak her out, and it

she’s spooked already. So I turn him, my arm still around his shoulders, towards the

to sort through the evidence

spend hours doing this, wearing ourselves out looking for loopholes that

our interrogative team together to

to the

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

of the possibilities and my muscles bunch

of him, pushing behind me as we reach the office

case it’s

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a black–robed figure trapped in their arms with a sack over

would never, ever come through the first door

second, that they barely have a hold on

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