Chapter 479 – Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

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“It’s not going to be like that again.” And I feel tears prick my eyes as I look down at the comforter suddenly overwhelmed with the memories. Because – honestly, I have done this all before. I spent years trying to get pregnant and it never took. Of course, we didn’t know then that I couldn’t get pregnant with a human partner, and that’s obviously changed now.

But the emotions? And the waiting? And the not getting pregnant?

Because I have been trying for months now… And I’m not pregnant yet.

“It is like that again,” I say quietly, not looking at my sister.

“Hey,” she says, moving forward on the bed and reaching out a hand to my shoulder. I look up at her, and she points at Rafe. “What’s this?” “What?” “What’s this?” she says again insistent.

“It’s Rafe, Cora – duh, and he’s not a this -” “It’s your baby,” she says, shaking me a little. “And if you want another one, you can have another one, okay? It’s foretold! You’ve had visions about this!” she says as tears fill my eyes as I get precisely the pep talk I need from my no nonsense sister.

“Then why hasn’t it happened yet?” I ask, quietly.

“Maybe you need a little help,” she says, giving me a shrug and a smile. “I mean, a medical procedure helped you get pregnant the first time – maybe you and Sinclair just need a little medical assistance to get pregnant, like thousands of women do. And hey, that’s what I’m for!” “I wanted to do it naturally this time,” I sigh, glaring at her, a little jealous. “Like you, when you got knocked up the first time you had sex with your mate.” “Yes,” she says, looking at me earnestly before glancing down at her gigantic stomach. “And now I am miserable, and can’t sleep, and pee every five minutes – ” I burst out laughing, shaking my head.

“The grass is always greener!” she says, giving my shoulder a little shake before leaning back against the pillows. “But seriously, Ella, you just finished breastfeeding – and maybe it just takes time. Maybe just…trust the process.

Have a lot of sex. And if in a few months things are still stalled? We’ll try something else.” “Okay,” I say with a big sigh, rolling onto my back and taking my baby with me.

Rafe gives a happy little squeal as I pull him onto my stomach, cuddling him there. “Thanks, Cora,” I add. “I needed that.” “Well, I need a c-section, immediately,” she murmurs, disgruntled. “Can you please arrange that? You’re the Queen.” “Just trust the process, Cora,” I say, grinning as I throw her words back at her, making her groan. “Have a lot of sex – if in a few weeks your baby still isn’t born – ” “Weeks!” she moans, tilting her head back and pressing her eyes shut. “No way, Ella. I’m not making it weeks. This baby has to come immediately or I’m going to lose my mind. Now, preferably, or tomorrow at the latest.” I grin at my sister, feeling sorry that she’s so miserable but also happy and excited.

But if she’d only known then how prophetic that last statement would be

Ella

The door opens then, Roger and Sinclair coming through.

“No!” Cora calls, pulling the pillow out from behind her back and flinging it at Roger. “Not you, who did this to me! The source of my misery!” Roger just grins as he snatches the pillow out of the air. “And how is my gorgeous mate, mother of my child and heir?” he murmurs, quickly crossing to her and wrapping her in his arms.

“Villain,” she growls, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him closer, pretending to be mad but unable to hide her smile. “You’re going to pay for this!” Roger just snarls and pulls Cora closer, covering her face and head with kisses that make her shriek and swat at him, laughing.

I grin as Sinclair comes over to me, leaning over to look down at me and Rafe.

Rafe squeals happily when he sees his papa, reaching his arms out and asking to be picked up. Sinclair beams as he lifts his baby and swings him into the air, which makes Rafe laugh wildly.

I grin, happiness racing through me as I watch them, and then as I look over at Cora and Roger, who are smiling happily now with him tucked close to her on the bed, asking how she’s feeling. Cora laughs as she lists her bodily complains, and Roger listens to every one of them, nodding and murmuring his consolations.

“So,” I say, sitting up and curling my legs beneath me, beaming at my mate with his little baby – the tiny mirror image of him – in his arms. “Any news from the war front?” “Some good things,” Sinclair says, sitting down on the bed facing Cora and Roger so that we can all talk – if Roger and Cora ever remember that we’re here- and putting an arm around my shoulders to tug me close. “We’re making good progress with some of our more ambitious plans.” “Like what?” Cora asks as Sinclair extends a leg across the bed and places Rafe down so he can crawl. Without a word, and perhaps without even realizing that he’s doing it, Roger extends a leg along the other side of the bed, ensuring that Rafe can’t fall off in either direction. I grin, looking between the Sinclair brothers, so pleased to see them become such dads.

“We officially got the vote to fund and start the Alpha Academy,” Roger says, grinning at Cora.

“Oh?” she says, her eyebrows going up as she looks around. “Wow that… incredible…” Sinclair grins at Cora’s false enthusiasm. “What?” he says, leaning forward to her. “You don’t like the idea?” “Well, it may just be that I’m about to become a mom to a little boy,” she says, her hand again stroking over her stomach as she speaks her mind. “But yeah – it gives me a little bit of anxiety to think of an academy that takes young men and trains them to be on the front line of the war.” “The military takes men as young as eighteen,” Roger says, his voice careful to let her know that he considers her point even as he counters it. “The Alpha Academy starts recruiting at age twenty, and many of the recruits will be as old as twenty-five.” “Plus,” Sinclair softly points out, ” wolves reach their majority at age sixteen.” My eyes immediately snap to Rafe, who just seems to be growing so fast. Less than fifteen years and he’ll be grown in wolf culture. My stomach turns over at the thought.

“I mean, I get it,” Cora says, looking down at her belly with a shrug. “I just… I hate the idea of Rafe and the baby growing up in a world where they’re trained to put their lives on the line.” “It will be their choice,” Sinclair says quietly. “No one would make them go.” “Yeah,” Cora says, her eyes a little colder now. “But in this family, with all these big tough Alphas swaggering around? And growing up in a nation at war? I doubt they’re going to choose to be poets.” “You never know,” Roger says, tipping his head so that it rests against hers.

“They may surprise us.” “We won’t take boys into the Academy to teach them how to sacrifice themselves, Cora,” Sinclair says quietly, his voice heavy with responsibility. “We would teach them to fight, and to survive.” Cora nods, understanding, but still clearly displeased. “What about girls?” I ask suddenly, frowning a little.

“What?” Sinclair asks, turning to me.

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