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

up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some

I shrug and leave them to it. Cora

chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly with

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room at

with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

that I’ve been missing from my life

broke through my window.

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

sink to the horizon.

I’m talking about – she

sighs, telling me honestly. “I

lives. I think we’re going to have

we have them because the next challenge is always

to fight to make that peace in

is always going to try to

napping baby, trailing a little finger down

I ask quietly. ” Did we choose

We picked this…should

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

smiling and shaking her

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

to live quietly

she says, waving a hand at me in

Ella, always. Yes, you were always going to

side, “but…you were never

makes sense that you ended up being such a

He opens a door for you to help thousands when

that was

I say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well, I guess I

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

sometimes that I wanted

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

isn’t my fated mate,” she says,

I ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re a

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing between

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

that.”

a mating bond snap

back to me.

that day when we had

motel.”

knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little

eagerly, wanting to know. “What did

giving a little shrug. “But

definitive. Not I choose you as my mate.

a little jealous.

what’s between

still – it’s an

“did you ask

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

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

I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to jump

gasps, grabbing