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 we’ll

off a

come to a stop, and

frustrated but in control of the car again. “We

We just hit some high water

I gasp, still freaked out, looking steadily out

car in park and picking up his phone, glancing at

.

Roger’s on his phone now,

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

hanging up the phone and turning to me. “They can’t come

We’re going to have to backtrack and find

my eyes wide with anxiety. “We can’t like…

the water

what looks like an

across the road.

ask, a little breathless.

another?”

voice tight as he

rising water line. I

doesn’t, his brows

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

storm…is

whisper, my words shaking. “What’s

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes on the

the other direction. “Do you trust me?”

of this. But

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

us and the tree limbs whip wildly above, threatening

on us at any moment.

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

out of this

“It’s no good, Cora,”

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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