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 the RV

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

find endlessly fascinating for some

it. Cora

our time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly

baby between us.

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

talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

been missing from my life since that terrible

broke through my window.

ask her

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking about – she already

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

we’re going to have to snatch at moments

we have them because the next challenge is always

fight to make that peace in

to try to steal

at my napping baby, trailing a

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

We picked this…should we

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

her smiling and shaking her

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

single mom, to live quietly

hand at me in dismissal. “That was

Yes, you were always going to be

“but…you

it kind of makes sense that you ended up being

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

that was always your

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

perhaps always the life I wanted, even

that I wanted a

her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not

fated mate,”

eyes going wide. ” But you’re a human

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

her head. “It feels really big. I don’t…know how to explain

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into place?” I ask,

she says, turning back to me. “But Roger said it first, when

that day when we had to stop

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that day, and she

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

I was his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he said

Not I choose you as my

a little jealous. I have no hesitations about

what’s between us is far beyond anything

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

“did you ask

says,

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want

I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to jump

she gasps,