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

and discussing ridiculous

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

leave them to it. Cora and I

and spend our time chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the back

sister,

been missing from my life

broke through my window.

her in a quiet moment as the sun

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking about

telling me honestly. “I think…well,

going to have to snatch at

have them because the next

to fight to make that peace in our

to try to steal

sigh, looking down at my napping baby, trailing

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

picked this…should

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

her smiling and shaking her

Cora, I was a nanny – I

mom, to live quietly

a hand at me in dismissal.

were always

side, “but…you were never going to

that you ended up being such

you to

that was

what she’s saying.

right. That this was perhaps always the

sometimes that I wanted

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

isn’t my fated mate,” she says,

eyes going wide. ” But you’re

frowning. “But… Ella,

really big. I don’t…know how to explain it except

that.”

bond snap into place?”

she says, turning back to me. “But Roger said it

in that rainstorm – that day

motel.”

grin at her, knowing what happened that day,

forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What did

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

choose you

impressed, a little jealous.

that what’s between us is far beyond anything

But still –

you ask him

says,

“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

gasps,