Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 375 – Frozen

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

do – And so, sobbing, I

eyes, and force myself into

Sinclair

and groans that want to crawl out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows precisely

still, the idea of Ella in danger

I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here.

clinic – and I force myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes

only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad – that there was some

– to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But still, even beyond my bodily pain, the fear gnaws

of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the trap door – but damn it, why had I been so short sighted in my design? Why hadn’t I made some sort of accessible second entrance so

and I feel the car slow down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are

the building dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming out behind her. I go

realize that she has a baby in her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws it in

reach my ears,

second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after her, demanding that she give him

eyes go red when I see who

Hank.

instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain

willing myself to concentrate, to

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

Hank grabs him from the air, pulling