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

maps and discussing ridiculous things

things. they find endlessly

them to it. Cora and I curl

time chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at

my sister, reconnecting with her

from my life since that

broke through my window.

all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the sun

sink to the horizon.

I’m

honestly. “I think…well, Ella,

lives. I think we’re going to have to

next challenge is

fight to make that peace in

is always going to try

looking down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down his

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

We picked this…should we have

want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up at her

her smiling and shaking her

up straight, ” Cora, I was a nanny – I was ready to be

live quietly alone

hand at me in dismissal. “That was

always. Yes, you were always going

to the side, “but…you

kind of makes sense that

a door for you to help thousands when he is king,

was always

saying.

this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I want

I

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

isn’t my fated

ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re

she says, frowning. “But… Ella, this

I don’t…know

that.”

bond snap into place?” I ask,

says, turning back to me.

that rainstorm – that day when we had

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that day,

I lean forward eagerly, wanting to

giving a little shrug. “But the way he said

you

jealous. I have no

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

fated mate. But still – it’s an experience

ask

she says,

“Why not?”

idea. I don’t

simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready

gasps, grabbing my