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

might not feel the movement of

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

endlessly fascinating

Cora and

spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room at the back of

talking with my sister,

that I’ve been missing from my life since that terrible day when

broke through my window.

ask her in a

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking about – she

telling me honestly. “I think…well, Ella, I think we picked

I think we’re going to have

have them because the next challenge is

have to fight to

is always going to

down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down his

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

mates. We picked this…should we

don’t want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I

smiling and shaking

I was a

single mom, to live quietly alone with my

she says, waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was just the start

always. Yes, you were always going to be

her head to the side, “but…you

sense that you ended up being such a good

a door for you to help thousands when he is king,

that was

saying. And I

this was perhaps always the life I

that I wanted a

also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m

isn’t my fated mate,” she says,

wide. ”

frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

really big. I

that.”

mating bond snap into

don’t know,” she says, turning back to me. “But

– that day when

motel.”

her, knowing what happened that day, and she

eagerly, wanting to

a

I choose you

impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations

what’s between

own fated mate. But still – it’s an experience I’ll never have.

“did you ask him about

says,

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want him

-” I say simply, scooching forward on

she gasps, grabbing my