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 boys

and

mileage things. they find endlessly

and leave them to it. Cora and I curl up in

spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly with

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room

talking with my sister,

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

broke through my window.

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

sink to the horizon.

me what I’m talking about – she already knows.

me honestly. “I think…well, Ella, I

we’re going to have to

the next challenge

going to have to fight to make

always going to try to steal

napping baby, trailing a little finger down

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

fated mates. We picked this…should we have chosen

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

smiling and shaking her

I ask, sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was

mom, to live quietly

waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was

always

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

that you ended up being such a

door for you to help thousands

that was always

saying. And I guess…well, I

was perhaps always the life I wanted,

sometimes that I

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

my fated

my eyes going wide.

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

head. “It feels really big. I don’t…know

that.”

a mating bond snap into

to

that rainstorm – that day when we

motel.”

that day, and she

I lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What did

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

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

say, impressed, a little jealous. I

that what’s

fated mate. But still – it’s an experience I’ll never have. “Well,”

ask him about

says, shrugging

“Why not?”

I don’t want him

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

gasps,