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.

any moment that we’ll

a cliff

a

in

just

I gasp, still freaked out,

tells me, putting the car in park and picking up his phone,

.

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

of the flooded road, separated from us. They speak for a few moments, trying to figure out a plan, but they don’t come up with much.

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

the road. We’re going to have to backtrack

anxiety. “We can’t like… ford the river, or whatever?”

raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the water in front of us, which

looks like an entire tree floats by what is quickly.

river across

I ask, a little

another?”

he

rising water line. I watch him, waiting for

he doesn’t, his brows knit together.

realize that he already knows

this storm…is

whisper, my words

through it, Cora,” he promises, his eyes

other direction. “Do

us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my

crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm

us and the tree limbs whip wildly

on us at

it starts to hail, big golf-ball sized pieces of ice,

out of this

it. “It’s no good, Cora,” he murmurs, glancing

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

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