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!”

speaking to me mind-to-mind as I lean

another second, I reply internally, wanting them to figure this out on their own if they can. But even if it did come to something as

says, waving a dismissive hand. ” It will be enough to hold us through it until

And how the hell would I feel, for the rest of my life – what would I tell our child – when I

and I see him falter, no knowing how to reply. And frankly I’m torn by the idea as well

don’t know if I’d survive it myself. Now? Sinclair asks me, his own inner voice dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I step forward,

my sister drags her eyes away from her mate to look at me. Slowly, I shake my head, “Cora,

both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby with you – and he could have kept you safe?”

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

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

know,” he murmurs, his lips against his hair. “I’m sorry. But Cora, I promise you it

be like this?” she asks, looking up at him. “Is this what I’ve gotten myself into? Battle after battle, fight after fight? Constantly worried about whether

his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at me. No, he

around her. “I promise it

room and 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

different now?” Sinclair asks me as we head into our

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 that

guy. But no,” I reply, straightening and looking up at my mate, who stands close to me. “It’s always horrible, Dominic.

to my mouth, and I

there. Not really. He will come back to me today,

mate,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to my mouth. I wrap

Cora and I watch mostly in silence. We do what we can to help, but Sinclair has built a very capable team. Frankly, they

this,” Cora growls next to me as we watch the men pack all of their supplies