Chapter 115
idental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 115
Chapter 115 – A New It Couple Emerges
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Tears are streaming down Sinir’s face as he relives his Mother’s death, and I’m doing my best not to
burst into outright sobs. My heart aches for the little boy he once was, and for the burden he obviously
still carries today. Hearing this story, I understand that hisst conversation with his mother had truly
stayed with him over the years, shaping him into the man before me now.
“Afterwards, I learned that she’d gotten Roger out of the house only to realize that I wasn’t there.”
Sinir continues, wiping his eyes. “She ran back in to get me, even though the guards tried to stop
her.” Sinir rtes, “So you see, that’s why Roger always med me… he wasn’t wrong. If I’d
listened to her the first time, if I’d gone outside when she told me to, she would still be alive now.”
“But Pancake wouldn’t.” I remind him thickly.
The corners of his mouth quirk up, “It was almost thirty years ago, baby. Pancake is long gone.”
“You know what I mean.” I chide him. “And your mother understood because you were doing exactly
what she was trying to teach you – to protect those more vulnerable than yourself.”
“I know.” He confesses. “I spent years in therapy, just trying toe to terms with the fact that it was
her choice. I was a child and couldn’t have understood the danger, and she didn’t have toe after
me.”
“But she was your mother, it wasn’t even a question for her.” I murmur, twining my limbs with his so he
can feel my solid weight in his arms. “She wanted you to live much more than she cared about her own
survival.”
He nods wordlessly, his eyes still distant, as if he hasn’t truly returned to the present. “I understand
that, but sometimes I still think that if it wasn’t for me, she never would have needed to make a choice
in the first ce. My decision that day took her from Dad and Roger and the pack.”
“Did you ever find out how the fire started?” I ask softly, running my fingers through the dark, thick locks
of his hair.
“In the weeks after the fire, it became clear that it was arson.” Sinir exins hoarsely. “Dad was
away on pack business, and it was well known that Mom was home with the pups. We were never able
to prove it, but we always suspected the attack was political. King Xavier was on the throne then, and
my father was his right hand and next in line. All the politics that are ying out today – they were
already under way back then.”
“You think it was the King – the current one, I mean?” I inquire.
Sinir sighs, his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved on to politics. “The problem with being
the biggest and baddest wolf around is that it puts a colossal target on your back. And the worse thing
is that you’re so hard to kill and people are often so afraid of taking you on directly, that they go after
your family instead.” Sinir shares. “It might not be as effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose
their mate and pups rarely recover fully.”
Sinir pauses to nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if reminding himself that Rafe and I are safe.
“It could have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier is a more likely suspect than the current king –
my father was younger and not quite strong enough yet to rule, but it was clear he would be soon.
Xavier didn’t have heirs and though he still had a lot of time left to try and make them, I think the writing
was already on the wall. My father was too strong and too well liked.”
“Dominic, if it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your mother, it was Xavier’s, or whoever
was responsible. It wasn’t some tragic ident, it was murder.” I argue, hating the guilt still dominatingN?velDrama.Org (C) content.
my mate’s expression.
He gazes down at me tenderly. “You don’t have to worry, E. I’m okay – I forgave myself a long time
ago.”
“But Dominic, there’s nothing to forgive.” I insist, near tears again. “It wasn’t your fault.” I pull back far
enough to look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you right now, that if it came down to me or Rafe, I
would choose him every time – even tiny as he is. And I wouldn’t ever want him to think that my
sacrifice wasn’t worth it, or to me himself.”
“Shhh,” Sinir tucks my head under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay, little wolf. I know.”
“Stopforting me! I’m supposed to beforting you.” Iin. Trying and failing to wriggle free.
“You are.” Sinir lies – the rat. “Itforts me just holding you this way.”
Settling, I decide to change tactics. “Do you have any idea how proud your mother would be, if she
could see you today?” I ask him softly, hoping to help ease his pain but speaking withplete
honestly. “You became exactly the man she hoped you would. You never lost sight of what matters
most, even when the whole world was working against you. You lead with love instead of fear, and you
don’t confuse strength with cruelty.”
“Now you’re just ttering me.” Sinir rumbles with amusement.
“I’m not.” I bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you still thought I was a scheming gold
digger?”
“Oh yes, I’m sure that would have made my mother very proud.” Sinir jokes.
“When you realized you were wrong, you owned up to your mistake.” I continue determinedly. “And
when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct was to hug me. You didn’t even think about it. I
remember being so shocked, because here was this huge, terrifying predator – and you held me more
gently and with morepa*sion than anyone in my entire life.”
A pleased purr vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me sound like my father, that’s exactly how I
used to think of him. He could go from being a grizzly to a teddy bear in the blink of an eye.”
“Exactly.” I confirm. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do, Dominic. If you could, you’d know I’m
not just trying to pump up your ego – which, for the record, I wouldn’t do because it’s already big
enough.” I quip, yelping when Sinir pinches my bottom. “I’m telling you how proud your mother
would be, because I believe it with every fiber of my being.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sinir professes, kissing me. I eagerly return the gesture, tilting my head to
give him full reign of my mouth, and pressing my curves closer to his hard body.
We’re just starting to get carried away when a knock sounds at the door, and Hugo’s reluctant voice
floats through the wood. “Alpha, it’s urgent.”
Sinir reluctantly extracts himself from my arms, and strides to the door, as naked as the day he was
born. I hide my own nudity beneath the covers, burrowing deeper into my nest as the Beta stalks into
the room, not batting an eye at the scene awaiting him. Instead he goes straight to the TV console
against the far wall, clicking the remote and bringing the screen to life. He flips the channels until the
devicends on a breaking news report.
An image of Lydia and the Prince appears in the top left frame of a news report, above a headline
reading: No longer in mourning? The Prince spotted in Old Town with former Moon Valley Luna, Lydia
Sinir.
My jaw drops, and my brain scrambles to piece together the implications of this news. I’m momentarily
distracted by the way the reporters identified Lydia using Sinir’s name, feeling a rush of indignance
for this slight. I pull the sheets from the bed, wrapping them around my body and moving to Sinir’s
side. He tucks me under his arm as Hugo increases the volume on the television.
“Mere weeks after the unspeakable tragedy of the Princess Angeline’s murder, her widower and
political candidate Prince Damon was seen out and about with Moon Valley’s former Luna. When
asked for ament, the pair reported that they are just friends, sharing that Lydia stepped forward to
offer the Princefort in his time of need – being no stranger to tragedy herself.
Despite the tonic nature of their rtionship, onlookers could help but notice how cozy the couple
appeared, with many expressing hope that the prominent she-wolf can offer the grieving Prince sce
at this difficult time. Are we witnessing a new it couple in the making? Is Lydia’s friendship with the
Prince going to throw off Dominic Sinir’s campaign? And where is the Moon Valley Alpha and his
new mate E? The pair haven’t been seen publicly in weeks, and spection is brewing. All this and
more, when we return.”
“Turn it off.” Sinir rumbles, exhaling when the screen goes dark again. The three of us exchange
worried nces as the sound disappears, and I can tell we’re all thinking the same thing. “What the
actual fuck?”