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 child – hoping it can tell me more

reach it, because

shouts, his hands still hard on

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

the clearing behind the

head up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s

I see how grave

me. Like I’m

follow his gaze, and I

darkness. One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

I can go

baby in

tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in,

my teeth

mouth

shock and puts up his hands, showing me

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

please, give me

poor motherly heart

molecule within me screaming to hold

go again…

more glance towards those forms in the

his godfather.

word I take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light

think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

morning?

then I

remember going

up, wary, trying to

even in my

Inside at all…

the bright forest and down

the crisp white linens. Where the

whip my head up

front of me. I blink, trying to clear my

got to be

ask, my voice low with awe. But she doesn’t answer

I expect, instead bursting into

her head

into my face. “You’ve been asleep

Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

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

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

You’re just really,

up at her. But she just smiles at me again and

lap. My arms wrap around