Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 327: Back to the Real World

Ella

I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently

elsewhere. It’s been twenty–four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny

little bit, that every passing minute is a knife in my heart.

Where is my sister? I wonder to myself, sighing as I look down at my baby and honestly barely

seeing him. 1

It’s okay, my wolf says to me, rubbing her body warmly against my poor aching heart, nuzzling

me with her snout. Roger will take care of her – I know it. He can’t not.

But what if he couldn’t, I think anxiously, my mind turning inevitably to that freak storm that

they hit – the storm which separated them from their guards, which seemed….just, too precise.

Too convenient. To perfect to be coincidence. What if the cult trapped them? And hurt them both?

I wail, inwardly, my wolf giving in a little and sitting back on her haunches to raise her nose to the

sky and howl a little along with me. She still believes, but she’s overwhelmed, a little, by my

despair, even though inwardly she keeps the faith.

“Ella!” I hear Sinclair shout from downstairs. I jump a little, turning towards the door, but I freeze,

not allowing myself to hope. If it was bad news – he wouldn’t be shouting from downstairs –

But something very urgent could be happening so he can’t come up –

“Ella!” he calls again. “Come down! There’s a car in the drive!”

I gasp, leaning down to quickly scoop Rafe up into my arms. He gives a little half–hearted cry of

protest and I know that I should leave him here to sleep more – but damn it, with the cult out

there looking for him, there’s no way I’m leaving him out of one of his parents‘ sight for an instant.

Not until I know he’s safe.

I dash out of the room and pound down the stairs, looking anxiously into my mate’s face as he

stands at the bottom, a hand raised to take mine. I slip my hand into his as I reach him, my eyes

“Is it “I

–

anything and I realize that he doesn’t know he came to

we both stride to the front door, which

–

against Sinclair as my

see Roger, turning towards her and saying a few words before they both open

eyes as I dash towards

at her, tossing my arm around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at the force of

—

I mutter,

I have my sister back, safe. “Where were

course – I made sure to

died,” Cora says, shrugging at me. “We were in

have a charger?” I

plan to stay

in the

wasn’t

stopped,” I cry, “at a

forward and looking into my eyes with her

didn’t know you were so worried. We were fine. –

on the way home, we just wanted to get

–

say, sniffing a little and wiping my angry tears of relief

lose you, Cora. I was worried I

didn’t,” she says, putting a warm arm around me. “I’m sorry, Ella,”

to us. “You’re right we should

–

It’s our fault. We were…” she hesitates here,

at me and sinking

I ask, confused, looking between the two of them. “Distracted by what?”

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

drops

“The storm was bad – we stopped…at a little motel. Just to weather it out.” She doesn’t say anything else but the big smile that creeps across her face then

here, for hours,

try it sometime, Ella,” Roger quips, and when I turn to him I see that he’s smirking at me again.

for his comment for good measure and then

awe.

my little shove

and Cora to

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