Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 386-The Long…Long Road

Ella

It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that…I hate road trips.

“Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to

shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble uncomfortably. “Is it night yet?

Can we stop?”

“You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies, looking up at me with a smirk,

jumping her red king over three of Roger’s black checkers and capturing them.

“It’s fun!”

“You’re only having fun because you’re kicking Roger’s ass for the third time at

that game,” I murmur, sighing as I glance out the window.

“Seriously,” Roger sighs, leaning back against the white leather of the

kitchenette’s booth. “You should quit that, Cora. For Ella’s sake – she’s trying to

enjoy herself.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, staring at the board.

“Yes,” Cora replies, laughing. “For Ella’s sake, I’ll go easy on you.”

“I just thought it would be prettier,” I sigh, looking out the window at the endless

highway miles. “Like, purple mountains majesty. Fruited plains. Etcetera.”

Instead, it’s just hour after hour of looking at cars, and asphalt, and the sad little

pine scrub that borders the highways.

“Maybe when we get further out,” Cora offers, hopeful. “Nah,” Roger replies,

making his next move on the checker’s board. “After the forest it’s all corn for

days.”

I groan, leaning my head back. “I hate corn.”

“No, you don’t,” Cora chides, instantly making her next move on the board and

capturing two more of Roger’s pieces. He gasps in protest and then slumps

back again.

“How are you doing this,” he murmurs, studying the board. “Are you a witch?”

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug.” Guess we have to ask mom.”

I smile at her then, bouncing my fussy baby in my arms. And I inhale a deep

breath, silently ordering myself to cheer up because even if I decidedly do not

like riding in the RV, I’m still excited to take this trip for my sister, to get her the

answers she so desperately wants.

Eventually Cora and I retire with the baby to the bedroom where Sinclair

the movement of the RV as much.

and

endlessly fascinating for some weird

leave them to it. Cora and I curl up in the incredibly

spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping

baby between us.

ends up being a wonderful day in the

with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

been missing from my life

broke through my window.

I ask her in a quiet moment

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking about

“I think…well, Ella, I think we picked

big lives. I think we’re going to have

because the next challenge

going to have to fight to make that peace

going to try to steal it

sigh, looking down at my napping baby,

I ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong? I mean – neither

We picked this…should we have chosen simpler

life,” Cora laughs, and I look up at her in surprise

shaking her head

ask, sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was a nanny – I was ready to be

live quietly alone with

at me in dismissal. “That was just

story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always going to be a

“but…you were never going

makes sense that you ended up being such a good

Dominic. He opens a door for you to help thousands when he is

that was always your

say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well,

this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if

I

also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not

my fated mate,”

eyes going wide. ” But you’re a

“But… Ella, this thing between us,”

really big. I don’t…know how to

that.”

mating bond snap into place?”

know,” she says, turning back to me. “But Roger

rainstorm – that day when we had to stop at the

motel.”

her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes

But I lean forward eagerly, wanting

I was his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But

definitive. Not I choose you

say, impressed, a little jealous.

and I know that what’s between us

still – it’s an experience

ask him

says, shrugging

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want him to

-” I say simply, scooching forward on the bed,

gasps,