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

feel the movement of the RV as much. The boys

up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things

they find endlessly fascinating for some

it. Cora and I curl up in the incredibly

watching movies, and napping lightly

baby between us.

a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the back

talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

from my life since that terrible day

broke through my window.

over?” I ask her in a quiet moment

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking

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

to have to

have them because the next challenge is always coming.

have to fight to

to

napping baby, trailing

ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong?

We picked

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

her smiling and shaking her head at

was a nanny – I was ready to

single mom, to live quietly alone

waving a hand at me in dismissal.

you were always going to be a mom,”

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

I think it kind of makes sense that you ended up being

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

was

she’s saying. And I guess…well,

the life I wanted, even if I want

that I wanted

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

isn’t my fated mate,”

I ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re a

Ella, this thing between us,” she

feels really big. I don’t…know how to explain it

that.”

mating bond snap

says, turning back to

that rainstorm – that day when we

motel.”

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

I lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he

Not I choose you as my mate.

jealous. I have no hesitations about Sinclair

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

still – it’s an experience I’ll never have.

ask him about

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

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

go ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to

she gasps, grabbing