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 eyes, seeking my bond with my

can’t reach it, because Roger shakes me

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on

but… Dominic” He looks

clearing behind the

to look at Roger’s face when he

grave his

me.

follow his gaze, and I see

the darkness. One

robes, the other…

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

the baby in

at Rafe and my

a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the

me the baby

part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

molecule within me screaming to hold him

go again…

more glance towards those forms in the darkness has

child to his godfather.

take off, sprinting

Sinclair

and wince as the bright

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my

morning?

then I realize, quite

I don’t remember going

up, wary, trying to

I’m not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

forest and down at the soft bed

running my hands over the crisp white linens.

voice says, and I whip my head up to look

of me. I

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t

soft smile I

head and coming close to me,

into my face.

You’re confused. Think about it –

“Am I…am I dead?”

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

these questions, except Dr.

is fine. You’re

up at her. But

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