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 – hoping

it, because

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my

but… Dominic” He looks back over

the clearing

up to look at Roger’s face when he

grave his expression is…how

blood feels like it drains from me.

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

the darkness. One covered in

robes, the other…

I can

baby in my

someone tug at Rafe and my

snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

wide in shock and puts up his

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift –

give me the baby

my poor

me screaming to hold him close,

go again…

forms

his godfather. Roger will take

a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

in the forest and wince as the bright white light stings

top half of my face with my

morning?

I realize, quite

remember

sit up, wary,

not even in

Inside at all…

look all around the bright forest and down

running my hands over the crisp

handsome,” a soft voice says, and I whip my

of me. I

so beautiful. She’s got to be she

angel?” I ask, my voice low with

soft smile I expect,

says, shaking her head and coming close to

smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep

about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

me, slowly shaking her head.

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

is fine. You’re just really, really

frowning up at her. But she just smiles at me

in my lap. My arms