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

of the RV as much. The boys

and

mileage things. they find endlessly

I shrug and leave them to it. Cora and I curl

and spend our time chatting, watching

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room

with my sister, reconnecting

been missing from my life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

her in a quiet moment as the sun

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking

me honestly. “I think…well, Ella,

think we’re going to have to snatch at moments of

have them because the next challenge is always coming.

have to fight to make that peace in

going to try to steal it

at my napping baby, trailing a little

I ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong? I mean –

picked

simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look

her smiling and shaking her head

was a nanny – I was ready to

mom, to live quietly alone

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

always. Yes, you were always going to be a mom,” she

side, “but…you were never going to stop

that you ended up being

Dominic. He opens a door for you to

that was

she’s saying. And

was perhaps always the life

I wanted a

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

fated mate,” she says,

going wide. ” But

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

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

that.”

mating bond snap into place?”

don’t know,” she says, turning back to me. “But

day when we had

motel.”

that day, and she blushes a

eyes. But I lean forward eagerly,

giving a little shrug. “But the

you as my mate. Just…that

little jealous. I have no

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

his own fated mate. But still – it’s an experience I’ll

“did you ask him

says,

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want him to

say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready

gasps, grabbing my