Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 209 – Ella Breaks Out

Ella

Isabel stares after me with her mouth gaping open in shock, not moving from the bed. I don’t pause to put on appropriate clothing or even don shoes, instead sprinting to my door and pressing my ear to the wood. After a moment Isabel recovers and comes to stand beside me. “What are you doing?” She whispers, her pretty eyes wide.

I lead her back from the doorway, pressing my finger to my lips. The feeling of my mate is growing stronger by the second, and his voice calls out again. Ella!

I hear you! I send back through our bond, praying he can hear me. I’m coming, Dominic. The baby is fluttering excitedly in my belly, and I have a feeling that when Sinclair isn’t calling to me, he’s calling to Rafe. Still, when his voice sounds again he says only my name, Ella! Through the distance I can sense his exhaustion and worry, the nearly unhinged determination of his wolf. There’s pain there too, and I know he must be injured. He’s trying to get back to us, but he’s too worn down and depleted to communicate beyond these simple calls.

“I have to get out of here.” I tell Isabel, speaking as quietly as I can.” Dominic is… I can feel him, he’s calling me. But he’s hurt, I have to reach him.”

Isabel blinks, “Are you sure?”

I cut my eyes to her, “Of course I’m sure, I know my mate better than I know myself.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Isabel replies, “I was just surprised. What can I do?”

“Can you distract my guards?” I request, wondering if she’ll actually agree. This feels like the first true test of our friendship, but Isabel only sets her jaw and nods.

bedroom door. “You exit through the sitting room. I’ll keep

can you all help me? The Princess requires some items from the kitchen

but I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out even as the guards gathered around Isabel exchange uncertain glances.

promised the King I wouldn’t leave her side.” Isabel frets, wringing her hands like the perfect damsel in distress. “Maybe just one of you could go? I’m sure you’re all more than

their chests and debate which one of them should get to be her knight in shining armor, and I have to bite back a laugh when I catch Isabel batting her eyelashes at the guards. I disappear around the corner, trying to remember which of the secret passages Gabriel described to me is closest. I know there’s one on the floor below, but I’m worried someone might see me before I

filling me with all the

coming, my love. I send back, moving as swiftly as I can. Suddenly I’m regretting my urgency to get out of the room without pause. I call attention on the best of days, and scampering through

defying Gabriel’s edict to keep me in the palace. I know the King is worried about my wellbeing, not to mention outside threats like the bomb that intercepted Sinclair’s delegation. Still, I don’t appreciate his high-handed orders. So I move through the passages

loud and constant, but no matter where I look, I cannot see him. Ella, Ella, Ella. I open my heart to him and follow the path our bond illuminates, throwing caution to the wind as I reach the palace gates. The guards’ backs are facing me as they search for outside threats, completely occupied with keeping unwanted guests out, not holding anyone

my head, there’s no way I can outrun the guards – I can barely manage a jog, cradling my belly and wincing as my swollen breasts bounce uninhibited. People stop and stare as I

sound as though they’re right on top of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind me and gripping me as gently as he can, infinitely conscious of my delicate condition. His arms come underneath my own as he pulls me to an abrupt stop,

my body easily, then scoops

formed around us, but the other guards keep them at bay, holding their arms outstretched and backing them out of the square. I’m not sure if it’s for my safety or to keep them from witnessing the ensuing scene, but

hitches me closer. I thrash and fight as he tries to drag me back to the palace, wrenching his arm close enough to sink my fangs into his wrist. He hisses

snarls impatiently. “Damnit Ella, this has

after him!” I cry, returning his snarl with one of my own, “I will never give up, as