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 –

it, because Roger shakes

his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious,

okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder and

clearing behind the

snap my head up to look at Roger’s face when

see how grave his expression

blood feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in the

turn to look, to follow his gaze,

in the darkness. One covered in the folds

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now – I

the baby

tug at Rafe and my

a terrible snarl, my teeth

mouth

and puts up his hands,

the gift – you have to get

me

poor

molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to

go again…

forms in the darkness has

my crying child to his godfather.

take off,

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince

think, covering the top half of my face

morning?

then I

I don’t remember going

sit up, wary, trying to

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

and

hands over the crisp white linens. Where the hell

says, and I whip my head up to look at her

woman standing in front of me. I blink,

to be she can’t be

voice low with awe. But she

soft smile I expect, instead

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head and coming close to me, taking

hands and smiling down into my

Think about it –

“Am I…am I dead?”

at me, slowly shaking her

be worried about these questions, except

is fine. You’re just really, really

But she just smiles at me

lap. My arms wrap around