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

I might not feel the movement of the RV

maps and discussing ridiculous

endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

to it. Cora and I curl up in the

our time chatting, watching movies, and

baby between us.

day in the little

and talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

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

broke through my window.

ask her in

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking

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

we’re going to

next challenge is always coming. And

fight to make that peace

always going to try to steal

napping baby, trailing a little finger down his

I ask quietly. ” Did we choose

mates. We picked this…should we

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

shaking her head at

I was a nanny – I

mom, to live

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

Ella, always. Yes, you were always going to be

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

think it kind of makes sense that you ended up

a door for you to help thousands

that was always

she’s saying. And

the life I wanted, even

I wanted a

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

my fated mate,”

my eyes going wide.

says, frowning. “But… Ella,

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

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into

don’t know,” she says, turning back to

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had

motel.”

grin at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little and

eyes. But I lean forward eagerly, wanting

mate,” Cora replies, giving a

Not I choose you

little jealous. I have no

chosen mate, and I know that what’s

own fated mate. But still –

you ask him

she says,

“Why not?”

I don’t

scooching forward on

gasps, grabbing my