Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 336 – Cora, How Could You?

Ella

My hands fly to my mouth, covering it in an attempt to hide my shock, but it’s not enough – Cora

can see my every emotion in my eyes and my body, which has gone still with shock. And as she

takes me in, seeing that my own thoughts are trending towards her worst fears

That Roger is, indeed, not going to have an easy time with this that it could very well spell the end of their very new relationship, especially as he has not yet given her his mark –

She bursts into tears, burying her face in her hands.

“Oh no!” I breathe, dropping my hands from my face and throwing my arms around her again. I’m so sorry, Cora! I didn’t mean it! It’s not that bad!”

“Yes it is!” she sobs. “He’s the only thing I want I know that now and he’s never going to be able to accept this –”

“Sure he is!” I assure her, hoping to hell that I’m right, but then I frown towards the door as if Roger is standing right on the other side of it. And I narrow my eyes, wondering if there’s somehow I can force him to go easy on her – maybe even to accept the baby as his own

But inwardly, my wolf turns around with anxiety. Not his baby, not for Roger, she says to me, pacing back and forth, he can’t feel that way about another man’s baby – his wolf will never accept it

And I scowl, knowing that my wolf is right somehow. She knows Roger well and has intuited that Roger is the kind of wolf who would feel his paternity on a very visceral level, who would need the blood link in order to feel connected to the child.

I know that it’s different with me – that adoption would be a very real possibility for me in the future, especially as I was myself an orphan. I understand it and could welcome a child not of my blood as my own. But Roger…

Passingly, I wonder where Sinclair falls along this line – I know that he treasures his biological connection to Rafe but would he –

Quickly, I dismiss the thought, turning my attention back to my poor sister, knowing that she needs my full attention right now. Slowly, I pull away from her and rub her back as she sobs. Then, as her cries start to lessen, I move my fingers to Cora’s wrists and pull her hands away from her face, making her look at me.

“Cora,” I whisper, shaking my head back and forth. “No matter what happens, you know I support you. I’ve got your back. Yes?”

”

Trembling a little, clearly still devastated, Cora nods. But I hold her gaze, communicating as

clearly to her as I can that we are going to find a way through this. To make this right. And I

decide, suddenly, that I’ve got to get her talking – have to get her out of her grief spiral and onto a plan. It would be best if I could get her a bit angry, determined – but, well, we’ll see where it goes.

“Cora,” I say again, taking her face in my hands. “How did this happen?”

And she begins to tell me everything, about how Roger stopped calling her after we came back home and god, I could kill him for that – and then all about the night she spent with Hank after the baptism, about how good Hank has been to her, and kind, and patient, and how she decided that even though she felt so intensely about Roger…

he was never going to love you,” I murmur, and then I drop my head, cursing myself. Because I was the one who kept hammering that idea in

this.

Cora,” I murmur. “This is all my fault.”

there

I thinking, not using contraception? I’m a fertility doctor, for heaven’s sake. If anyone

risks, it’s

whip my head up at that. “Seriously, Cora,” I say,

just stare at each other, and, quite suddenly, burst out laughing. And it carries

on – and even though nothing about this is funny, not really, we can’t

of us starts to

laughter start all over – desperate, humorless laughter, as if we’re clutching to

of our sanity.

my god,” Cora says, bent over, clutching her cramping stomach and

so not funny, Ella…” she

–

I reply, my giggles still peeling from me. “I feel so horrible. It’s just so ridiculous,

bad luck of

come

honestly, like rain, the laughter brought a little peace. I can see it in her face now,

that she knows that whatever happens she still has her sister on her side. And even

find something to

and taking her hand and giving her a sad little smile. “What

know, Ella,” she sighs, holding my gaze

it?” I ask, and I

much about being a mom. It was never on the table. And since Roger and I got together…it was

more of a non–issue.”

to push her

—

up. I did it, the day I went back to the clinic, after spending all that time at your house with Roger.” She looks up at me then, her expression grieved anew. “It

hand, We’re silent for a moment before I breech the topic I know that she really doesn’t want to address. But I know that it’s time. “Cora,” I start, hesitating,

was pregnant – honestly, I just took a test on a whim because I didn’t get my

–

help, even if I’d done something that I knew was going to feel like a knife in his chest. After all,

try to imagine Sinclair’s face if I had to tell him I was pregnant with

reach out and put a hand

–

a little chirping cry as I stare at my sister he’s not unhappy, just suddenly aware

door to the room opens. Cora and I both spin

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