Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 323 – Sister Stuff

Ella

“I wonder what Cora’s up to,” I sigh as I stand by the window rocking Rafe, who his crying a little and fussing in my arms. I know that he doesn’t need anything – he’s been fed, burped, changed, and everything else a baby could want. He’s just crying to cry, and I give a defeated little sigh, smiling at him and knowing that he just has to take a minute to work

it out.

Sinclair, sitting on the bed with papers spread out all around him, glances up at me. You haven’t had any word from her?” he asks.

“No,” I reply, shaking my head. The last thing I heard was from the guards, who said they got separated form Cora and Roger by a flash flood. I’m…worried about her.”

“You know Roger will take care of her,” Sinclair says pa*sively, flicking through the papers, looking for one in particular.

“I know,” I sigh, bobbing Rafe in my arms. “But even Roger can’t protect against the forces of nature. It’s just so strange – they’re only three hours away, and they’re apparently caught in some kind of hurricane? And we’ve got sunny skies?” I turn again towards the window, frowning. Something that feels uncannily like my mother’s gift pulses inside me, making my wolf turn towards it in attention, cocking her head to the side curiously. But neither of us know what to make of it, so I sigh again.

Rafe lets out a little wail then, working one of his little arms free of his blanket and waving an angry fist in the air.

“Oh baby,” I murmur, leaning down to give him a little kiss. “What do you have to worry about? You’re not stuck out in a storm. You’re here safe, with mommy!”

“Maybe he’s picking up on mommy’s anxiety,” Sinclair says, standing up from the bed and coming next to us, reaching for the baby. “Maybe he feels it down the bond

“Don’t blame me for your child’s bad attitude,” I say, joking and handing Rafe over into his father’s arms, whose size remind me again of the tiny delicacy of my baby boy “He gets that from your side. I’m no crybaby”

Sinclair laughs, rocking the baby in his arms, and Rafe quiets almost instantly, his yowl softening to an angry little murmur “Why,” Sinclair asks, “do you always suggest that his

undesirable qualities come from me? I come from excellent stock”

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jealous enough to take him back if it means

a father too,

grinning up at him. “A king. I

mouth to retort, when we hear a little knock at the door.

Rafe settling down more

to see his father

linterrupting?” Henry

Sinclair says, smiling and moving forward. “No- but how-how did you

here?”

the art,” he says, gesturing to the chair I ordered for my bed rest. Tll really have to consider one of these

says, frowning at me. “I thought I told you to arrange to get rid of the chairs. And

needs them!” I say, grinning widely to hide the

to the way it was. I pat him on the

came up with information,” he says, pulling a folder from the little pocket by his side, “on the cult

I say, moving behind his chair to look over his shoulder, eager to know more. Sinclair likewise steps forward, a protective hand on Rafe as he leans forward “What did you

alive and well It actually makes sense that the book that Cora and

decades, largely unnoticed. It’s actually rather a miracle that that book reported anything about them – our best guess is that, in fact, the scholar who wrote it must have been

say, looking between Henry and my mate. “But they’re still…operating?

secrecy?”

Henry says, looking up

start leaving a bit of a trail on the dark web and other such underground spaces, in order to communicate across distances and acquire rare materials for their

than they’ve ever been.”

switching the sperm that brought Ella and I together. They, for some reason, wanted Rafe

to do their work. The high-ranking members of the Cult who wear the robe are, apparently, notoriously reclusive. It is perhaps to our luck that the man who tricked Cora – and,” he shifts his gaze to me, “who has been, apparently, following the two of you your whole lives, is a high-ranking member of the cult. If it had been a plain-clothes member, we may never have been able to discover

is that, though?” I consider, coming to stand at Sinclair’s side and folding my

a shrug. “Perhaps they needed someone with a particular affinity for magic, or someone with great strength. We know, for instance, that the Goddess’s priests were keeping an eye on you. It is likely that they needed someone

nod, considering that that makes sense, and look up at

tone suddenly sharp. “What is