Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 321

Chapter321 – The Storm

Cora

The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass I feel myself getting more and more anxious. The water pounds against the windshield and thunder booms around us, lightening flashing through. the forests through which we drive.

“What the hell is this,” Roger growls, leaning forward to look up into the sky. “I can’t believe it’s lasted this long and it’s raining harder, not letting up..

“Can you even see?” I ask, my hands gripping the leather of my seat anxiously now as I

stare out the windshield in front of us. To me it looks like a vast sheet of grey water with

the occasional flare of the guard car’s brake lights ahead of us.

wwwwww

“I can see,” Roger murmurs in reply, a little annoyed, apparently, that I’d even call his skills

into question. I roll my eyes at this, but trust him there must be something about his

wolf senses that can see into the road ahead of us that my eyes cannot make out. Still,

despite my trust, I’m anxious. We could run into another car, or a fallen tree, or a lost animal at any moment – how could we even see it coming?

My phone lights up in the cupholder next to me and I release my grip on my seat to grab it,

looking at the new text from Ella. “Roger,” I say, anxious, glancing at him. “Ella says it’s not

even raining at home what –

I

–

But suddenly the car lurches, skidding sideways a little I see the diver’s wheel shift in

Roger’s hands, moving without his control – hear him curse under his breath as the car

hydroplanes and drifts at high speed to our left. I give a little shriek, pressing my eyes.

my whole body tense – anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a

a cliff

to a stop, and I peek my eyes open.

Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of the car again. “We

okay. We just hit some high

freaked out, looking steadily out the

and picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

now, speaking to the guards in the

for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they

no good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They

to have to

with anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the

water in front

I watch, what looks like an entire tree floats by what is quickly.

a river across the road.

I ask, a little breathless. “Between

another?”

as he

line. I watch him, waiting

he doesn’t, his

I realize that he already knows what

storm…is

my words shaking.

to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

in the other direction. “Do

him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace the

down the road, though, the

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

on us at any

hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I open my mouth to say we need

get out

me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing at me. “We have to stop.”

I breathe, somehow at once more anxious and simultaneously relieved. I want to stop I know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any

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