Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony – the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight.

A nurse stumbles into view, blood running down the length of her face, and she glances into the room where Hank is crumpled on the floor – where I’m frozen to the ground and gives a little sob before continuing to run away

Away from the priestess, who must be hurting people in her hurry to get out I stop screaming quiet suddenly when I see Hank twitch once again on the floor, see him begin to push to his feet-

“Hank!” I shout, desperate. “Please, Hank!”

He moans a little and turns to me, blinking hard, but then he gasps as he seems to put it all back together. Ella!” he shouts, frantic, turning to me, looking all around –

“No!” I gasp, looking hard towards the door, hoping to hell he takes my meaning. “Go! She she took him! She took Rafe! Go and get the baby!”

Hank nods once and forces himself to unsteady feet and then rushes to the door, pushing himself out of it. And then I lose sight of him and let out a little desperate wail of horror. Because there’s – there’s nothing I can do-

And the ice that surrounds me, it’s burning me in its cold – and I’m shivering so hard here beneath it but held so completely still that I can’t even feel myself shake-

Desperate, wailing, in complete panic, I press my eyes shut and try to think of something of anything that I can do

But there’s nothing. I’m held still – my son has been stolen 1 my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of us

There’s nothing nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I do the only thing I can think of.

close my eyes, and force myself into that state, and scream inwardly for my

Sinclair

we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows precisely how bad off I am now, and he’s the only one

of Ella in danger somewhere,

have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I

the clinic – and I force myself to watch

got in the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our

Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do.

sending a little prayer out for our dad. I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the trap door – but damn it, why had

open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic.

of the building dashes a robed

that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws it in park, I push my

cries reach my ears,

before I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes out after

my eyes go red when

Hank.

out of the door, but falling instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain

put my hands down on the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate,

the move. With pain and effort, I raise my head. It’s all I can do to watch as a snarl rips from Roger, as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel my wolf go wild when I see Hank punch the Priestess squarely across the face, as he reaches for the baby,

air, pulling Rafe soundly to his chest