Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 209 – Ella Breaks Out

Ella

Isabel stares after me with her mouth gaping open in shock, not moving from the bed. I don’t pause to put on appropriate clothing or even don shoes, instead sprinting to my door and pressing my ear to the wood. After a moment Isabel recovers and comes to stand beside me. “What are you doing?” She whispers, her pretty eyes wide.

I lead her back from the doorway, pressing my finger to my lips. The feeling of my mate is growing stronger by the second, and his voice calls out again. Ella!

I hear you! I send back through our bond, praying he can hear me. I’m coming, Dominic. The baby is fluttering excitedly in my belly, and I have a feeling that when Sinclair isn’t calling to me, he’s calling to Rafe. Still, when his voice sounds again he says only my name, Ella! Through the distance I can sense his exhaustion and worry, the nearly unhinged determination of his wolf. There’s pain there too, and I know he must be injured. He’s trying to get back to us, but he’s too worn down and depleted to communicate beyond these simple calls.

“I have to get out of here.” I tell Isabel, speaking as quietly as I can.” Dominic is… I can feel him, he’s calling me. But he’s hurt, I have to reach him.”

Isabel blinks, “Are you sure?”

I cut my eyes to her, “Of course I’m sure, I know my mate better than I know myself.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Isabel replies, “I was just surprised. What can I do?”

I request, wondering if she’ll actually agree. This feels like the first true test

pointing to the bedroom door. “You exit through the sitting

outside. Her voice echoes down the hallway, “Excuse me, can you all help me? The Princess requires some items from the kitchen

but I open the door as quietly as I can, peeking my head out even as the guards gathered around

distress. “Maybe just one of you could go? I’m sure you’re all more than strong enough to carry

in shining armor, and I have to bite back a laugh when I catch Isabel batting her eyelashes at the guards. I disappear around the corner, trying to remember which

bond, filling me with

can. Suddenly I’m regretting my urgency to get out of the room without pause. I call attention on the best of days, and scampering

to the passage entrance without difficulty, though I do have to hide behind a large statue until a pair of servants rolling a laundry cart pass by. For a split second I consider asking them to help me, but I don’t want them to risk their jobs by defying Gabriel’s edict to keep me in the palace. I know the King is worried about my wellbeing, not to mention outside threats like the bomb that intercepted Sinclair’s delegation. Still, I don’t appreciate his high-handed orders. So I move through the passages on my own, following the fresh scent of the outdoors to guide me around corners and through

have grown loud and constant, but no matter where I look, I cannot see him. Ella, Ella, Ella. I open my heart to him and follow the path our bond illuminates, throwing caution to

take off into the city. Within moments I hear footsteps pounding the pavement behind me, and I smell Philippe’s familiar aroma at my back. I curse in my head, there’s no way I can outrun the guards – I can barely manage a jog, cradling my belly and wincing

voice is growling in my ear and his footsteps sound as though they’re right on top of me. He practically tackles me, racing up behind me and gripping me as gently as he

body easily, then

the other guards keep them at bay, holding their arms outstretched and backing them out of the square. I’m not sure if it’s for my safety or to keep them from witnessing the

he hitches me closer. I thrash and fight as he tries to drag me