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

my bond with my child

because Roger shakes me

shouts, his hands still hard on my

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

the clearing behind

my head up to look at Roger’s face when

grave his expression

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

look, to follow his gaze, and I see two

One covered in the

robes, the other…

I

the baby in

tug at Rafe and my

with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared,

mouth

opens his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift

me

my poor motherly heart

to

go again…

glance towards those forms in the darkness has me decided,

hand my crying child to his godfather.

word I take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and

of my face with my

morning?

I realize, quite

don’t remember

up, wary, trying to

not even in

Inside at all…

look all around the bright forest and down at the soft bed on which

my hands over the crisp white

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

I blink, trying

got to

an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe. But she

with the soft smile I

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

and smiling down into my

about

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

these questions, except Dr.

You’re

But she just smiles at me

herself in my lap. My