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

leaving his. “Is it

–

doesn’t know he came to get me

together, we both stride to the front door, which Sinclair throws

–

I give a little moan of relief, sinking against Sinclair as

turning towards her and saying a

eyes as I dash

as I throw myself at her, tossing my arm around her neck. Cora takes too steadying steps backwards at the force of me, but wraps her arms

—

baby,” I mutter,

is that I have my sister back, safe. “Where were you?” I demand, stepping back and wiping at my eyes, shifting Rafe again so that

course – I made sure to hold Rafe

shrugging at me. “We were in the storm for a long time –”

didn’t have a charger?” I

plan to stay so long

in the

there wasn’t one

I cry, “at a gas station to buy one?!”

and looking into my eyes with her own wide with

were fine. – we are fine! We didn’t want

get here quickly.

–

you should have,” I say, sniffing a little and wiping my angry tears of

you, Cora. I was

me. “I’m sorry, Ella,” she

right we should have called, or texted,

–

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

me and sinking his hands

I ask, confused, looking between the two of

Cora blushes –

Blushes?!

drops

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 her face then

little. “I’m sitting here, for hours, worried to death, and you’re out there having motel sex!?”

him I see that he’s smirking at me again. “There’s nothing

Roger for his comment for good

awe.

Roger says smoothly, ignoring my little shove

to take her

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