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

wrongI close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more

reach it, because Roger shakes me

his hands still hard

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

clearing behind the

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

grave

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

gaze, and I see two dark forms

to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

I can go – but I can’t run

the baby in my

tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in,

snarl, my

mouth

and puts up his hands,

harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to

me the

poor motherly heart

screaming to hold him close, to never

go again…

glance towards those forms in the

to his godfather. Roger will take care

I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

and wince as the bright white light

the top half of my face with my

morning?

I realize, quite

I don’t remember going to

wary, trying to

not even

Inside at all…

around the bright forest and down at the soft bed

crisp white linens. Where

says, and I whip my head up to look at

me. I blink, trying to

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to be

an angel?” I ask, my voice low with

with the soft smile I expect,

says, shaking her head and

and smiling down into my face. “You’ve

about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

down at me, slowly shaking her head.

worried about these questions,

fine. You’re just

ask, frowning up at her. But she just

herself in my lap. My arms wrap around her