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.

– anticipating at any moment that we’ll slam into a tree,

a

slow, and then come to a stop, and I peek my eyes open.

frustrated but in control of the car again. “We

we’re okay. We just hit some high water

I gasp, still freaked

picking up his phone, glancing at the

.

ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to the guards in

us. They speak for a

Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the phone and turning to

have to backtrack and find a new

eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

water in front

minute. As I watch, what looks like an entire tree

a river across

ask, a little breathless. “Between one

another?”

replies, his voice tight as he turns in his

line. I

his brows knit

he already knows what I’m just now figuring

storm…is not

words shaking.

he promises, his eyes on the road as he turns the

other direction. “Do you trust

in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just

back down the road, though, the storm

limbs

on us at any

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

get out

“It’s no good, Cora,”

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 longer in this storm – but what’s waiting for us when we stop? Something is fighting to keep us here. What happens

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