Chapter 193
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Ella
Things did not look better in the morning. At least, not for all the people back home in Moon Valley â
shifter and human alike. With every day that passes, the worse the crisis grows, with refugees flooding
out of the occupied territories and ever-rising death tolls. It feels insane that Iâm one of the people in
charge of solving this crisis, especially since I was just a Nanny a few months ago. It used to be that I
would watch events like this unfold on the news and wonder what our world leaders were going to do to
fix it⦠now I am one of those leaders.
The best I can do is take it one step at a time, and though I sometimes feel like Iâm shirking my duties
with the summit by focusing on the refugees so much, I feel like they need me most. Itâs difficult,
draining work, but itâs also more rewarding than I could imagine â even when things are tough.
And speaking of tough, there is one refugee in particular proving to be a tough nut to crack â not that
this is surprising. âIsabel,â I chime, striding into the nursery. The she-wolf looks up from the diaper sheâs
changing, and her expression immediately becomes guarded.
Before I can reach her, a small herd of pups race forward to clamber around my legs, âElla! Ella!â
There are fewer familiar faces here than before, since weâve successfully placed a number of the
orphans in foster homes. Still I continue coming every day to nap with the remaining children, and I
love the time I spend with them.
âLuna.â Isabel greets me stiffly, carrying over the child sheâd been tending. Iâm surprised to see it isnât
Sadie, but when I search the room I spy James cradling the young girl by the fire, grinning down at her
with obvious adoration. I canât help but raise my brows, as far as I know Isabel doesnât trust anyone
with her precious charge, so it speaks volumes that sheâs relinquished her to the soldier.
The King tells me you rejected another foster home for Sadie.â I explain, lifting one of the munchkins
tugging at my skirt. âThatâs seven families youâve passed up, you realize.â
Isabel shrugs, not looking the least bit repentant. âI didnât like the look of them.
âAnd what exactly did you find so objectionable?âI ask suspiciously â the woman has come up with
countless inane excuses to reject potential fosters.
«The mother smelled of cleaning chemicals and their own pups looked as though theyâd been kept in a
bubble their whole lives.â Isabel explains haughtily.
âThat mother works as a housekeeper, she canât help smelling a bit like the tools of her trade.â I remind
her, propping one hand on my h!p and pinning her with a disapproving gaze. âBesides, two days ago
you objected to a family because their pups had dirt on their shoes.â
âItâs about balance.â Isabel insists obstinately. âI donât want Sadie to go to an unsanitary home, but I
also donât believe children should grow up in completely sterile conditions â how is she supposed to
build an immune system?
âI think you are determined to find problems with everyone we bring to you, because you donât want to
give Sadie up at all. â I state sternly. âAnd thatâs okay. If you want to foster or adopt her yourself, I would
be thrilled to help you do so. But donât keep the baby in limbo. If youâre not going to commit to her then
you need to give her to a family who will.â
I canât adopt her.â Isabel mutters, all the bl00d draining from her face. âBut why canât I just keep her a
while longer?â
âIsabel, â I sigh gently. âSadie lost her parents and sheâs bonding to you more and more every day.
Sheâs getting used to her routine here and starting to feel comfortable in the nursery. Those are all
good things if we can keep that going⦠but if we canât⦠The last thing she needs is to get attached to
another parent figure only to have them taken away.
Thatâs not what I want.â Isabel answers, her eyes shining as she looks toward the child in question.
James raises his head as if he senses her gaze, frowning when he sees her sorrowful features.
âDo you want to tell me why youâre so opposed to taking her in, when you obviously love her?â I
prompt, sensing that I already know the answer.
âI donât love her!â Isabel snaps defensively. âItâs not the same⦠I canâtâ¦â She bites down on her l!p,
then glares at me. âWhy are you doing this?â
(Iâm trying to do whatâs best for everyone â you included.â I share, âI want to see you happy, Isabel.
I know that feels impossible right now-)
âShut up!â She cries, interrupting me and stomping her foot in fury.
A gasp goes around the pups, and the little one perched on my h!p whispers, âShe said a bad word!â
(You donât know what youâre talking about â you have no idea what Iâve been through!â Isabel
continues, pointing an outraged finger at me.
Happiness is⦠thatâs done for me!I canât ever have it again, nor should I! So get your annoyingly
perfect nose out of my business and leave me alone!â With that she turns on her heel and storms off
into her room. The door slams, and then the sound of her sobs float out to us.
I wipe tears out of my own eyes as the pup in my arms cuddles closer. âIs okay, donât cry.â
(Whyâs Miss Isabel so sad?ââ Another asks, looking up to me with wide eyes and the expectation that I
hold all the answers.
Footsteps approach, and then Jameâs voice murmurs, âBecause Miss Isabel lost a baby and she
misses her.â He explains softly, easing Sadie into my arms. âLet me talk to her, okay?â
I nod, â1âll watch the pups.â
I try not to listen as he follows the distraught she- wolf, but with my supernatural hearing, thereâs no
avoiding this. The door opens then shuts, and I can imagine him standing over Isabel as she sprawls
miserably on her bed.
âGo away.â Isabel sobs pitifully, her voice muffled â perhaps by pillows.
âNo.â James counters firmly. Weâre going to talk about this, Isabel.â
Id-donât w-want to.â She objects, and I hear a soft thump as though she slammed her fist into the
bedding.
âNo, you just want to make yourself miserable.â
James answers, and the bed squeaks as he sits down.
You think if you let yourself be happy then it means you didnât love your daughter. You think that
adopting Sadie is the same as replacing her, forgetting her, as if loving another child would be
disrespecting her memory.â
âBecause it would!â Isabel whines. âI donât want another pup, I want my Sophie!â
I know you do.â James acknowledges in a low purr, But you want Sadie too. And more importantly,
Sadie needs a mother. So if you canât do this for yourself, then do it for her.â
Isabel just m0ans wordlessly, and James seems to lose his patience. Come here, you stubborn thing.â
Thereâs a slight scuffle, with feminine snarls and the snapping of teeth, but soon enough Isabelâs
struggles cease, her defiant limbs no doubt captured by the pilotâs powerful arms. His steady voice
continues, âIf you want to honor Sophie, the best thing you can do is not let your love go to waste.
Imagine if this was the other way around, and you had died with your mate, and Sophie was all alone in
the world -»
I wish I had.â Isabel weeps, âI wish it had been me instead of her. It should have been me.â
(I know.â James croons, rocking her, k!ssing her hair. âBut if Sophie were all alone in the world, you
would want someone to love her as if she was their own.)
(I didnât protect her.â The she-wolf keens, and I find myself choking back my own sobs, snuggling close
to the pups around me as I recall the visceral pain of thinking Iâ d k!lled my baby. It gives me the barest
bit of insight into how the other woman must be feeling, and the gravity of her grief tears me to pieces.
âBut you can still protect Sadie.â James proclaims, I promised her mother I would look after her, but I
canât take her with me on evacuation runs, or wear a baby carrier into battle. So I left her with you
because I knew there was n0 one better. I believed you would watch over her as well as her own
parents. Are you going to prove me wrong, Isabel She hiccups, âYouâre not playing fair.â
âAnd you need to understand that shutting off your heart is a greater disservice to your daughterâs
memory than anything else. As long as you hurt, as long as you miss her, your love lives on. But if you
stop feeling, if you stop caring then you let that love go to waste.â James advises.
âIf I adopt her, does that mean youâll finally stop visiting ? Since your promise to her parents will have
been fulfilled?â Thereâs both hope and fear in Isabelâs voice, as if sheâs trying to convince herself she
doesnât want him around, even though sheâs afraid he might actually say yes.
(Not on your life.â James chuckles, You canât get rid of me that easily, little wolf.â
Well Iâll adopt her anyway.â Isabel agrees, sounding sullen. James purrs, and Isabel grumbles in return,
but the sound is soon replaced by a whimper, and I have a sneaking suspicion that he silenced her in
the way of all bossy Alphas â with his l!ps, and tongue, and wickedly talented hands.