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.

at any moment

off a cliff –

to a

right, Cora,” Roger murmurs, frustrated but in control of

we’re okay. We just

the other car?” I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out the window.

got through it,” he tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at the road

.

road ahead of us. Roger’s on his phone now, speaking to

flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out

good, Cora,” Roger says, hanging up the

across the road. We’re going to have to backtrack

eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t

water in front of us, which looks like

looks like an entire tree floats by what

river across the

I ask, a little breathless.

another?”

he turns in his

rising water line. I watch

he doesn’t, his brows knit

realize that he already knows what I’m just now figuring out.

this storm…is

words shaking. “What’s

to get through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the road as

other direction.

I trust 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 ground we’ve

we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not

tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening to

us at

to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice, I

out of

Roger beats me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any longer in

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