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

movement of the RV

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

things. they find endlessly fascinating for some

them to it. Cora and I curl up in

chatting, watching movies, and napping

baby between us.

ends up being a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the

my sister, reconnecting with

missing from my life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the sun

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m talking about – she already

“I think…well, Ella, I think we

going to have to snatch at moments of

the next challenge is always

have to fight to make

to try to steal it

sigh, looking down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down

” Did we choose wrong? I mean –

our fated mates. We picked this…should

want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up

and shaking her head

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

live quietly alone with my

me in dismissal. “That was

always going

her head to the side, “but…you were never

think it kind of makes sense that you

you to help thousands when he is king, and

was

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

That this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I

I

voice dropping lower. “I’m

fated

going wide.

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

really big. I don’t…know how

that.”

a mating bond snap into place?” I

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

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had to stop at the

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes

But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little

choose you as my

impressed, a little jealous.

mate, and I know that what’s between us is far

fated mate. But still – it’s an experience

you ask him

says,

“Why not?”

sighs. “I…like the idea. I don’t want him to tell

-” I say simply, scooching forward on

gasps, grabbing