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 RV as much. The boys all

studying maps and discussing ridiculous

they find endlessly fascinating for some

them to it. Cora and I curl up in

spend our time chatting, watching movies, and

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room at the back

with my sister,

life since that terrible day when

broke through my window.

over?” I ask her in a quiet moment

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking about – she

sighs, telling me honestly. “I

big lives. I think we’re going to have to

them because the next challenge

to fight to make that peace in our lives,

always going to try to steal

baby, trailing a little finger

we dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we

picked this…should we have chosen simpler

a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and

her smiling and shaking her head

straight, ” Cora, I was a nanny – I was

to live quietly

me in dismissal. “That

were always going to be a

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

kind of makes sense that you ended up being such

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

was always your

saying. And I

this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even

I wanted a simple

her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m

isn’t my fated mate,” she

wide. ” But you’re a

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

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

that.”

a mating bond

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

in that rainstorm – that day

motel.”

grin at her, knowing what happened that day,

forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

giving a

choose you as my mate. Just…that I

jealous. I have no hesitations about Sinclair

that what’s between us is far beyond

own fated mate. But still – it’s an experience I’ll never have. “Well,”

you ask him

she says,

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that I’m

simply, scooching forward on the bed,

she gasps, grabbing my