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

his. “Is

–

he doesn’t know

so, together, we both stride to the front door,

–

little moan of relief, sinking against Sinclair as my knees weaken,

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

filling my eyes as I dash towards

throw myself at her, tossing my arm around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at

—

baby,” I mutter, angrily

I hugged my sister, but well, in this moment, all I care about is that I have my sister back, safe. “Where were you?” I demand, stepping back and wiping

at all, of course – I

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

didn’t have a charger?” I ask,

to stay so

in

wasn’t

have stopped,” I cry, “at a gas station to buy

and looking into my eyes with her own

fine. – we are fine!

we just wanted to get here quickly. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it.”

–

and wiping my angry tears of relief

can’t lose you, Cora. I was

around me. “I’m sorry, Ella,” she says, as

over to us. “You’re right we should have called,

–

fault. We were…” she hesitates here, but Roger finishes for her.

smirking smugly at me and sinking his

looking between the two of them. “Distracted

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

mouth drops

chagrined but smiling a little at Roger, explains. “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

shout, shoving her a little. “I’m sitting here, for hours, worried

I turn to him I see that he’s smirking at me again. “There’s

god,” I say, suddenly realizing the implications of this. “Oh my god,” I repeat, taking a step forward to shove Roger for his comment for good measure and then turning to Cora. “Does this mean – are you two –” I’m unable to finish my sentence, my mouth hanging

awe.

my little shove and closing the

Cora to

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