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.

tense – anticipating at any moment that

a cliff –

come to a stop, and I peek

frustrated but in control

okay. We just hit some

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

and picking up his phone, glancing at the road ahead of us. “I don’t know how, though,

.

Roger’s on his phone now,

stopped on the other side of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying

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

We’re going to have to backtrack

“We

gestures towards the water

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

a river across

a little

another?”

voice tight as he turns in his

I

he doesn’t, his brows

that he already knows what

this storm…is not natural.

I whisper, my words

promises, his eyes on the road

heads in the other direction.

But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my

the road, though,

around us and the tree limbs

at

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

get out of this

me to it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he

stop I know that for sure, I don’t want to ride on this road any

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