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

the movement of the

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some weird

Cora and I

time chatting, watching movies, and

baby between us.

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

laughing and talking with my sister,

I’ve been missing from my life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

her in a

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking

“I think…well, Ella, I

lives. I think we’re going to have

we have them because the next challenge

to have to fight to

is always going to try to steal

at my napping baby, trailing a little finger

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

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

laughs, and I look up at her

and shaking her head

I ask, sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was a nanny – I was

to live quietly alone with

a hand at me in dismissal. “That

always going to be a

the side, “but…you were never going to

of makes sense that you ended up being such a

for you to help thousands when

was always your

what she’s saying. And I guess…well,

was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if

sometimes that I wanted

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

fated mate,” she says,

going wide. ” But

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

I don’t…know how to

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into place?”

back to me. “But Roger said it first,

in that rainstorm – that day when we had to stop

motel.”

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

forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

giving a little

choose you as my mate.

I say, impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations about

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

still – it’s

ask him

says,

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want

simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready

she gasps,