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 as much. The boys all

studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating

shrug and leave them to it. Cora

time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly with

baby between us.

being a wonderful day in the little

laughing and talking with my sister, reconnecting

from my life since that terrible

broke through my window.

I ask her

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking

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

lives. I think we’re going to have to snatch

we have them because the next challenge is always coming. And

to have to fight to make that peace in our

is always going to try to steal it

my napping baby, trailing a little finger down

we choose wrong? I mean

We picked this…should we have chosen

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

and shaking her head

” Cora, I was a nanny – I was

single mom, to live quietly alone with my

at me in dismissal. “That was

were always going

head to the side, “but…you were

makes sense that you ended up being such a

He opens a door for you to help thousands

was always your

say, considering what she’s saying.

the life I wanted, even

I

her voice dropping

fated mate,” she

going wide. ” But you’re a

she says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing between us,” she

head. “It feels really big. I don’t…know

that.”

mating bond snap into place?” I

says, turning back to me. “But Roger

day when

motel.”

what happened that day, and she blushes a little and

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

mate,” Cora replies, giving a little

choose you as my

jealous. I

chosen mate, and I know that what’s between us

– it’s an experience I’ll never

ask him about

says,

“Why not?”

I don’t want him to tell me

scooching forward

she gasps, grabbing