Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Roger scoffs a little, as if remembering that she had no protests about a strange man in black

robes who apparently took control of her will and made her switch sperm samples before

inseminating me. I give Roger a hard nudge with my elbow and when he turns to me I give him a

stern frown, clearly communicating that he needs to be nice to my sister. This was, after all, not

her fault.

Roger sighs and nods, agreeing to my terms. “Cora,” he continues, “what did the priest say to you

before he left? Did he ask you to…forget anything? Or do anything special with the sample?”

“No,” she says, turning her head to the side and considering. “He simply…took my hands, before I

went, and there was a white light…and then he was gone.”

“And then you took the sample,” Roger asks, “and you didn’t know to whom it belonged?”

“No,” she says, folding her hands in her lap, looking if anything a little bored. “I thought, at the

time, that it was the right sample. I thought it was the donor.”

“Very good, Cora,” Leon murmurs reassuringly next to her. “You’re doing wonderfully.” A little

smile comes onto her face.

“Cora,” Roger says again. “Did you ever see the priest again?” he asks, “after that day?”

“No,” she says simply, with a little shrug. But then, a darkness passes over her face, and she

frowns. Leon sits up, peering at her closely, and then looks at me, worried.

“Cora,” I say, intuiting that Roger may have hit on something here but…..perhaps, just asked the

wrong question.

“Ella?” she says, her voice a little scared.

“Yes, Cora, it’s me,” I say softly, quickly standing up and moving to her side, sitting back down on the bed and taking her hand. I’m probably blocking the remote investigators‘ view of Cora now, but I don’t care. My sister is more important.

“Oh hey, Ella,” she says, her voice wavering a little bit, afraid.

“Cora,” I say, as gently as I can. “You said you don’t remember seeing the man in the black robe

after that day…but did you ever see him before?”

“Ella,” my sister says, her lip starting to tremble. She turns to me, unseeing, and grasps my hand

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tightly. “Ella…”

“Cora,” I say, worried, glancing between her and Leon, desperate.

And then, my sister goes rigid with terror, her eyes flying open, and she tilts back her head and

screams.

Again and again – her screams are unending – she barely draws breath before the next one begins

“The antidote!” I shout, throwing my body across her, working to hold her, to keep her down. Leon,

clearly startled, fumbles with the shot at her side, his hands shaking. But suddenly Roger is there,

snatching it from his hands – leaning over and injecting Cora in the arm where Leon administered

the first shot and all the time she’s screaming, a sound of pure terror

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Roger’s leans over Cora now, reaching for her face, calling her name – and then slowly, so slowly,

her screams subside, and she comes back to us.

“Cora,” I say, raising both of my hands to her cheeks as tears slip down her face. She looks at me,

panting, starting to sob.

“Ella,” she cries, reaching for me, and I wrap my sister in my arms, climbing fully onto the bed so I

can hold her close. Roger, panting with the anxiety of the situation, watches us for a second as the

door behind him bursts open and Sinclair is suddenly there.

“Is she is she all right?” he gasps, moving briskly into the room, his team of investigators behind

him.

“She’ll be fine,” I murmur soothingly, hoping desperately that I’m right. My sister looks at no one, her face buried against my shoulder as I slowly rub her back, rocking her. I make quiet shushing sounds, the same I make to Rafe when he’s having a hard night. It’s all I know to do in a moment like this just to be soft, and quiet, and create a safe space for her to deal with whatever just happened.

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“I’m – I’m so sorry,” Leon says shakily, “it must have been a traumatic memory

”

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“It’s all right,” I say quietly, both to him and to Cora. “It’s no one’s fault – it’s okay.”

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Sinclair reaches out a hand and puts it warmly on Leon’s shoulder, nodding to him, letting him know that we don’t hold his practice to blame. Then Sinclair nods towards the door, suggesting that Leon can leave the room if he wishes, an invitation which Leon accepts with a shaky nod. I watch the two of them leave to join the investigators in the hall. Sinclair closes the door behind

them to give us some privacy.

“Cora,” Roger begins, hesitating. I watch him as he puts a hand out to her shoulder, laying it softly there, a gesture which makes Cora flinch at first, but from which she doesn’t pull away. Then, he

pushes. “Cora, what did you see?”

Cora gasps and curls hard against me, and I can feel her whole body go rigid as she turns away

from the memory – whatever it is –

Clearly, she is not ready to share.

“Go, Roger,” I growl at him, holding my sister tighter.

“But we need to –”

“Go!” I snap, ready to tear him to pieces. It’s a bit of an unfair reaction, I know, but when my sister

is upset like this? I’m not going to let anyone push her beyond her boundaries. Not for an instant.

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“Ella,” Roger says warningly, frowning at me as he stands and sinks his hands into his pockets.

He’s desperate, I know, to know more which is his job, I remind myself. He’s trying to help – to

answer important questions that will help me protect our child. I force myself to be more graceful

than I feel like being in this current moment.

“Just….give us a second, Roger,” I say, meeting his eyes steadily, hoping he sees and recognizes the full complications of this moment, how torn I am, along with him. “Just give us a minute, okay?”

He sighs, but then nods. “All right. I…I hope…” then he sighs again, shaking his head. “I’ll give you two a minute.” And then he leaves the room, and I hold my sister until she cries herself out.

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