Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

bond with my child – hoping

because

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders.

but… Dominic” He

clearing

to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name.

see how grave his expression

feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen,

to look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms

One covered

robes, the other…

in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run

the baby in

Rafe and my instincts kick in,

a terrible snarl, my teeth

mouth

shock and puts up his hands, showing me that

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him

give me the baby

every part of my poor motherly heart to hand

within me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

towards those forms

hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

open in the forest and

think, covering the top half of my face with my

morning?

I realize, quite

don’t remember going to

sit up, wary, trying

I’m not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

all around the bright forest and down

crisp white linens. Where

says, and I whip

of me. I blink, trying to clear my

got to

ask, my voice low with awe. But she

soft smile I

she says, shaking her head and coming close to

down into my face.

about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking

about these questions, except Dr.

You’re

up at her. But she just smiles at

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms wrap around her