Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 367-Ella

Cora and I pound down the stairs, gasping for breath by the time we reach the bottom. She starts down the dark hall,

holding Henry’s phone out in front of her, its flashlight blaring through the darkness, but I cry out a little and grab her hand.

She turns to me, frantic, desperate to get away, but I beg her to wait just a moment. “The carrier,” I say, reaching for it, “for the baby.”

Understanding, she hands me Rafe’s carrier and I quickly bend down to strap him into it, wanting to ensure that he’s ready to get in the car as soon as we get there. As I work, Cora glances around the passage.

“A lot of spiderwebs down here,” she murmurs, “I don’t think anyone’s been down here for a long time to do maintenance.

I hope the car…” her words fade out as I stand up straight but I grimace at her, intuiting her thoughts and hoping that she’s wrong.

That when we get to the car, it starts without a hitch. I nod to her that I’m ready and together my sister and I start to hurry down the hall, going as fast as we can without breaking into a run. The tunnel is long – longer than I thought it would be –and I’m starting to panic a little when we finally reach a door. Cora yanks it open.

The door leads to a very, very small space, with only a nondescript blue sedan tucked away in it. Cora dashes to the driver’s seat as I open the back seat to the car, lifting Rafe’s little carrier inside and buckling him in. Rafe is crying a little and I do my best to shush him, to tell him that it’s okay, but I don’t think it helps that my own voice and hands are shaking.

If my baby does intuit my moods, as Sinclair thinks he does, then there’s not a big chance that he’s going to stop crying anytime soon.

As I buckle Rafe in Cora finds the car’s keys tucked into the visor and quickly turns them in the ignition. We both breathe out in relief when the car stars and she flashes a smile over her shoulder at me. I pull myself out of the back seat after Rafe is buckled and close the door behind me. Then, seeing a switch on the wall in front of the car, I quickly move to it and press it once. A mechanism starts to grind somewhere in the room but I don’t bother to look for it, instead pulling the passenger door open and quickly slipping into my seat.

“Ready?” I ask Cora as I buckle my seatbelt.

“I have no idea, Ella,” she murmurs, but she puts the car in drive and, when the wall before us folds upwards enough to reveal a steep driveway, she guns the engine so that we quickly climb the rise and find ourselves, to my surprise, deep in the woods.

we get on flat ground, Cora pauses, looking around. “Where…” she murmurs, “where the hell is the

back at

everywhere!” she protests, waving

my head at her. “He – they wouldn’t have put this car here if there wasn’t

starting to wind the car through the trees. And, to my surprise, I start to see a road. There’s nothing marking it nothing mystical or magical about

little hysterically. “I think

I shout, pointing forward to where, after a few minutes of driving, I start to see…asphalt? Something black stretching out before us.

says, hope blooming in her voice. But just as the little road is starting to become clear before

scream in shock and surprise as we fishtail sideways and the back corner of the car slams into

there – I gasp and go pale when I see, through the back

hand tensed fiercely in a

too. “Shit! Ella! Shit!” And then,

traction. And, as I watch, the two men and the priest start to move forward towards

as I move forward myself towards the priests, who are already beginning to

at my men

next to me, advancing on the priests at my side. His answer is a clear

priests together, transforming into our wolves and working in a pattern of attack and defense drilled into us since we were children – one of us advancing while the other holds the back, so our enemies who outnumber us – cannot slip by and attack our men. Still, even as we concentrate, even as we take on the brunt of the punishing spells that these priests hurl at us – I can hear my

his blood dripping from my fangs as I turn to the other two. Their faces are afraid when they see how quickly their comrade goes down,

the end, I work too fast for them, rearing up to my full heigh to pound the substantial weight of my body into the first man’s shoulders, knocking him down and trapping the second

both with a snarl and tear at each of their throats. They leave this world gasping for air, their dying breaths bubbling the blood at the holes in their neck. As one, Roger and I turn back to

down the other two. As I survey the priests dead and dying forms I note, passively, that none

I transform back into our human bodies, looking all