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 RV as much. The

studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some

to it. Cora and

time chatting, watching

baby between us.

being a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked

talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

life since that terrible

broke through my window.

it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m

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

going to have to snatch at moments

we have them because the next challenge is always

going to have to fight to make that peace in our

to

down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger

ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong? I mean

our fated mates. We picked this…should

don’t want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up

and shaking her head

was a

mom, to live

she says, waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was just the

Ella, always. Yes, you were always

to the side, “but…you

of makes sense that you ended up being such a

to help thousands when he

was always your

considering what she’s saying. And I

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

I wanted a simple

voice dropping lower.

fated mate,” she

my eyes going wide. ” But you’re

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

I don’t…know how to

that.”

a mating bond snap into

to me. “But Roger said it first, when

day when we had to

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that

But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to

was his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he

Not I choose you as my mate. Just…that I

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

know that what’s between us is

still – it’s an

you ask him

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that

I’ll go ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to

she gasps,