Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 341 – Reassurance

Ella

We all go a little pale, I think, as we consider the possibility that Cora, too, is an accidental – or not so accidental – surrogate.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I say suddenly, shaking my head but a little shaken – I admit – by the idea that the baby was conceived during a storm that basically forced Roger and Cora off the road and into an empty room with not much in it besides a bed. It seems…a little too convenient to be chance, didn’t it?

“This is your baby, Cora,” I say with assurance, knowing it to be true.

“She’s right,” Roger says, nodding at Cora without doubt in his eyes. “You are this baby’s mother, and I’m its father, and that’s the end of the story. All right?”

Cora nods, but I can see her hesitate still.

“We’ll get answers, Cora,” Sinclair says quietly. “I agree with Ella and Roger – but if you’d like, we can consult the elders, like we did when we wanted information on how Ella was pregnant.”

“Oh,” she says, her eyebrows going up “Yes, can we do that? That would be great.”

Sinclair nods, giving her a little smile and letting her know that he’ll set it up as soon as can be arranged. I realize something and gasp with excitement, bouncing a little on the bed.

“Maybe you’re a wolf, Cora!” I say, “like me! Maybe you just didn’t realize it! Maybe the same thing happened!”

“No, Ella,” Cora says, laughing at my excitement a little. “Our mother made it very clear to me on the temple steps that day – two daughters, one wolf, one human. I’m the human.”

“Oh,” I say, suddenly disappointed. But I take a deep breath and dismiss the thought, wrapping my arms around my sister’s shoulders and pressing my cheek to hers. “Well, whatever!” I say, cheerful. “Whatever this baby’s genetic makeup is, I’m excited. And we’ll love little ‘it‘ so much.”

putting his head in my lap, resting the baby on the bed next to

him, curious. “Why do you think the baby’s a

baby were half human, it maybe makes some kind of logical sense that you only have access to half of the kind of link you would

that,” he murmurs, and then he looks at Cora and smirks.

we’re on happier conversational ground again. “I think it’s cool that we don’t know the gender,” I sigh, looking over at my little boy who works to

me. “I seem to remember you tackling me in excitement when I told you he

fondly. “But there’s something good about the mystery too. The wait.”

at Roger, grinning at the clear disappointment on his face. “You wish you knew,” she guesses with

usual for wolves to wait to know the

like someone telling you that it’s Christmas but then having to wait six months to get the gift.”

him a little shove. “You just

“You

smirks at Cora, rueful, but

hands flying to my heart. “A lovely little

Sinclair reminds me,

agree, shooting him a very tiny glare before turning

girl.”

want both?” he asks, confused but laughing anyway.

just can!” Everyone is laughing now and I turn to Cora, nudging her with

elbow. “Back me up

have a boy I’m handing it immediately off to Roger,” she declares,

and

leaning towards a girl,” Sinclair asks, amused and