Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 345 – Parting

Ella

I blink, surprised, when I hear a laugh tumble from Roger’s mouth. Honestly, I had expected anything else. Yelling? Yes. Begging? Sure. Stern orders? Absolutely.

Anything, really, except the low chuckle that falls from Roger’s lips as he leans back and puts his hands in his pockets. “I’m serious,” Cora says, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “I’m going with you. You need me.”

“Cora,” Roger says, shaking his head. “I need you, absolutely. But if you think for a second that I’m letting my pregnant mate climb into a sewer with me as part of an attack on an unknown enemy.

“Well if you wouldn’t let me do it, why on earth would I let you do it!” she counters, angry.

“Because I’m not pregnant!” Roger shouts back, angry, as if it’s obvious. Sinclair shifts a little, moving behind me – his arms still around my shoulders – so we can both watch.

“We’re pregnant,” Cora shouts, pointing between herself and him. “ This is not a me or a you kind of thing! I am not interested in single motherhood on what is essentially day two of this pregnancy!”

“Cora,” Roger sighs, putting an exhausted hand on his forehead. “This is my job. This is what we do. You can’t ask me to back away from it.”

“Why not, when you’re doing the same to me?” Cora counters, shaking her head at him, being stubborn. I bite my lip, torn between wanting to support my sister and frankly agreeing with Roger. There’s absolutely no way in hell that Cora should be going on this mission.

“What are you talking about?” Roger asks, frustrated. “I can help,” she says, pointing at herself, “I’m a doctor. You guys are going to get all torn up out there – you need me!”

asks, speaking to me mind-to-mind as I lean

reply internally, wanting them to figure this out on their own if they can. But even if it did come to something as simple as a vote? It’s three

hand. ” It will be enough to hold us through it until we can get home

And how the hell would I feel, for the rest of my life – what would

And frankly I’m torn by the idea

Now? Sinclair asks me, his own inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I

whisper and, after a second, my sister drags her eyes away from her mate to look at

not?” she growls, stern. “Because,” I reply, with a little shrug. “Your argument goes both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby with you –

idea and has to turn away from us, tortured by it, raising a hand to cover his face for a moment as he collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I think, by the rare display of intense emotion. These Sinclair brothers – they’re so steady on the surface, but we always have to remember that still waters

arms around his waist. She lays her head on his chest when he puts his

“I’m sorry. But Cora,

this?” she asks, looking up at him. “Is this what I’ve gotten myself into? Battle after

Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No, he says,

his arms around her. “I promise

giving the two of them a moment alone. My mate takes my hand as we pa*s through the door and head down the hall, both of us silent, me

it different now?” Sinclair asks me as

nodding to the baby as I carry him over to his little makeshift crib. “This isn’t the first time you’ve sent me off to battle. Does it feel different, now

my little guy. But no,” I reply, straightening and looking up at my mate, who stands close to me. “It’s always horrible, Dominic. I’m never going to get used

eyes at the memory. He shushes me a little, pressing a finger to my mouth, and I nod, understanding. It’s not that he doesn’t want me to engage with these feelings

we both know that I don’t need to go there. Not really. He will come back to me today, as he did before. As

seeing me pull myself together, Sinclair gives me a deep nod. “Brave little mate,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss

and I watch mostly in silence. We do what we can to help, but Sinclair has built

this,” Cora growls next to me as we watch the men