Novel Name : Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 310

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Sinclair whips his face up to mine, relief in every line of it. “It’s fine,” he says, his body shaking with his

unused adrenaline, “he’s…he’s here…he’s still asleep…”

A sob breaks from my throat as I press my eyes closed and sink to the floor, still clutching the door

frame, unable to stop the tremors that run through my body. The past minute – the past thirty seconds,

even – were some of the most horrible of my life

The idea the bare idea that someone had come for my baby – my brand–new child, who I love so

much, who I worked so hard to bring into this world –

I’m sobbing freely now, unable to catch my breath, panic overtaking me at the thought. I lean my head

against the wood, pressing my face against it, unable to contain myself – to even think

to do anything but cry my heart out in fear, and panic, and grief and, relief at what I thought happened –

but actually didn’t happen at all

I barely feel Sinclair as he crouches next to me, his hand warm on my back, and it’s only when I hear

Rafe’s little mew of unhappiness that I snap my face towards him. Sinclair is kneeling next to me, tears

streaking down his own face, holding my baby out towards me – Rafe so small and precious that he

almost fits in his father’s huge hand.

Desperate, I grab for Rafe, needing the corporeal reality of him against me. I cry harder then, but am

able to take deep breaths as I hold my baby in my arms, pressing him against my chest, and running a

shaking hand over his hair. He’s crying a little now too, his sleep interrupted –

“You” I say, my voice trembling as I look up at Sinclair, “you sh–shouldn’t have – woken – him up – ”

Sinclair shakes his head at me, his own lip trembling as he works to hold himself together. ” You

needed him more than he needed the sleep – we need him

Sinclair lowers himself fully to the floor then, drawing me and the baby into his lap, wrapping his arms

around us. I can feel his breath deepening behind me as I stare down at my child, shushing him,

helping him to fall back asleep. It’s a long time before he does, but when he finally does, I take a deep

breath and look back up at my mate.

“What are we going to do?” I ask, bewildered, desperate.

“What we were always going to do,” Sinclair answers, his voice iron. “Protect our family.” He meets my

eyes then, his green gaze glowing with ferocity. “No one will touch our son, Ella,” he promises. “You

have my word on that. I’ll die before I let anyone touch him.”

Slowly, I nod, believing every word.

Then, new resolve building in me, I take a deep breath and lift myself off of Sinclair’s lap,

standing up on shaky legs.

“Where is the note?” I ask, surprised by the solidity of my voice.

“Here,” Sinclair says, unfolding his fist which I think he’s probably had clenched since he folded the

note the first time.

“Do we,” I say, sniffing a little and looking around the room. “Do we have enough security for this?”

“No,” Sinclair growls, standing up as well and striding across the room to where his phone is on the

bedstand. “I’ll set that up now. Until then, Ella?” he says seriously. “None of us leave this room. Not

once. We are all going to stay within each others‘ line of view until the security is in place. Is that

understood?”

I nod, feeling a little better to hear the Alpha command taking root in my mate’s voice. Then, I head

back to Rafe’s bassinet, moving slowly and deliberately. When I get there, I calmly lay my baby back

down so he can get his rest, exhaling a deep breath as I stand up and smooth my hands over my

dress.

whoever

I feel control return to me more and more as every moment passes. This person they are – they scared

me, I’ll admit it. But as I stare down at my child and hear my mate issuing commands into my phone, I

reassure myself that whoever this is?

They’ve taken on the wrong people.

My child is the most precious thing to me in this world.

My mate is the most powerful Alpha in the world, perhaps that’s ever been born.

And me?

Well. Let’s just say they’d better be prepared to face the wrath of a goddess, if they ever want to take

what’s mine.

And this baby is mine.

Fifteen minutes later, the house is swarming with guards.

I don’t speak with any of them, letting Sinclair handle it. Instead, I sit in the armchair next to Rafe’s

bassinet, the basket pulled close to me, not letting anyone near us. My wolf inside me has her hackles

raised, eyeing every person who passes the door to the room with her teeth bared, suspicious.

That one, she says to me, it’s him –

it’s him I know it is

I know it is – didn’t you see his shifty eyes?

I shush her, my teeth clenched, telling myself that Sinclar has clearly vetted our security team

that he wouldn’t let anyone in this house unless he had secured their loyalties years before.

Still – my wolf growls – someone got close enough to use to leave a note on our doorstep. How good

could his security have been? Or, even if his security is as good as we think, what are the holes?

I nod, my wolf’s anxiety feeding my own. Was it someone we knew, someone leaving the party? Was it

a friend, someone we hold dear?

My mind spins in many different directions, all of them dark and twisted. Still, though my wolf claws

inside of me, urging me to chase them all down, to lock the doors, I wait, patiently, for my mate to come

into the room. My trust is in him – he will protect us.

This, I know, in my bones.

Soon, my patience pays off, and Sinclair strides back into the room. “Ella,” he says softly, looking me

from head to toe, and then glancing at Rafe, still asleep in his bed. “Are you all right? Is he?”

“We’re fine,” I say simply, looking into his face and letting him know that even though I am not fine – far,

far from it, in fact – that we’re well enough that we don’t need his direct concern. Sinclair reads this on

my face and gives me a sharp nod. “Well?” I ask, all the joy and love that this day raised in me tamped

deep down inside my heart. There is nothing left in me, right now, except grim determination. “What did

you find out?”

“An old lead,” Sinclair says, sighing and crouching down at my side. “An investigation we started

months ago – that got lost in the war.”

I cock my head to the side, curious. “Ella,” he says, taking my hand, “do you remember? Back, in the

early stages of your pregnancy, the investigation that I started into who switched the sperm samples in

the first place?”

I blink, my mind instantly thrown back to what feels like another life. “We – we weren’t even mated

then. We weren’t even…together. I was your…accidental surrogate…”

He nods, signing and looking down at the floor, clearly frustrated. “My team discovered that someone

powerful was behind the switch – that it wasn’t Cora, and it wasn’t you, obviously, but that someone did

switch the samples. Someone wanted you to get pregnant with this child. With Rafe.”

I gasp, my hand going to my mouth as I suddenly remember. I can’t believe that we let this slip.

“It’s my fault,” Sinclair utters, grief and sorrow and self–ridicule in his voice as he raises his eyes to me

and takes my hand. “I…I let it drop. I got distracted. And now…whoever it is that

switched them…”

“They’re coming to collect…” I breathe, clenching his fingers tightly in mine.

Someone

someone who knew my lineage, who knew me more than I knew myself – wanted me pregnant with

this child, with Dominic Sinclair’s child. And now that he’s born?

They want him.

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