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

and discussing ridiculous things

endlessly fascinating

to it. Cora and I curl

and spend our time chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

being a wonderful day in the

my sister,

I’ve been missing from my life since that

broke through my window.

her in

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking about –

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

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

next challenge is

to have to fight to make that peace in our lives,

always going to try to

down at my napping baby, trailing

we dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we choose

our fated mates. We picked this…should we have chosen simpler

and

her smiling and shaking

Cora, I was a nanny – I was ready

single mom, to live quietly

at me in dismissal. “That was just the start

Yes, you were always going to be

to the side, “but…you were never going to

makes sense that you ended up being such a

Dominic. He opens a door for you to

that was

saying. And I guess…well,

That this was perhaps always the life I wanted,

I wanted

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

my fated mate,” she

eyes going wide. ”

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

big. I don’t…know

that.”

a mating bond snap into place?”

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

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

motel.”

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

forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What did he

Cora replies, giving a

definitive. Not I choose you as my mate.

say, impressed, a little jealous. I

that what’s between

– it’s an experience I’ll never have.

you ask

she says,

“Why not?”

idea. I don’t want him to tell

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

she gasps,