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

studying maps and discussing ridiculous

find endlessly fascinating for some weird

Cora and I curl up in

time chatting, watching

baby between us.

wonderful day in the little

sister, reconnecting with her and with

that I’ve been missing from my life since

broke through my window.

her in

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking about –

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

going to have to

next challenge is always coming. And

to make that

going to

my napping baby, trailing a little

” Did we choose

mates. We picked this…should we have

life,” Cora laughs, and I look

smiling and shaking

was

single mom, to live quietly alone with

at me in dismissal. “That was just the start

story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always

her head to the side, “but…you were

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

Dominic. He opens a door for you to help thousands

was always your

what she’s saying. And I

this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even

I wanted

also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m

isn’t my fated mate,”

ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re

frowning. “But… Ella, this thing between

I don’t…know how to explain

that.”

mating bond

know,” she says, turning back to me. “But Roger said

out in that rainstorm – that day

motel.”

happened that day,

lean forward eagerly, wanting

replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way

you

impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations about

know that what’s between us is far beyond

–

you ask

says,

“Why not?”

sighs. “I…like the idea. I don’t want

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

she gasps,