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

with my child – hoping

because Roger

hands still hard on my shoulders.

is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over

the clearing

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

see how grave his expression is…how

me. Like

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

darkness. One covered in the folds of a

robes, the other…

I

baby in my

my

terrible snarl, my teeth

mouth

shock and puts up his hands, showing me that

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

me

it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart to

within me screaming to hold him

go again…

glance towards those forms in the darkness has

his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

a word I take off, sprinting

Sinclair

and wince as the bright white light stings

covering the top half of

morning?

I

don’t remember

up, wary,

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

and down at the soft bed on

crisp white linens.

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

in front of me. I

to be she

ask, my voice low with

smile I

her head and coming close to

her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been

You’re confused. Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

down at me, slowly shaking her

be worried about these questions, except Dr. Hank says your

fine. You’re just

her. But she just smiles at me again and

herself in my lap. My arms wrap