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

studying maps and discussing

they find endlessly fascinating

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

our time chatting, watching movies, and

baby between us.

ends up being a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the back of

with my sister, reconnecting with her and

my life since that terrible

broke through my window.

you think it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the

sink to the horizon.

me what I’m talking about

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

lives. I think we’re going to have to snatch at moments

we have them because the next challenge

fight to

is always going to try to steal it

at my napping baby, trailing a

ask quietly. ” Did we

picked this…should we have chosen

and

shaking her

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

single mom, to live quietly alone with my

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

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

to the side, “but…you were never

I think it kind of makes sense that you ended up being such

door for you to help thousands when he

that was always your

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

was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I

that I wanted a simple

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

isn’t my fated mate,” she says,

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

“But… Ella,

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

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into place?” I

back to

in that rainstorm – that day

motel.”

that day, and she blushes

forward eagerly, wanting to know.

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

you as my mate.

little jealous. I have no hesitations about

I know that what’s between us

his own fated mate. But still – it’s

you ask him about

says, shrugging

“Why not?”

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

ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the

gasps, grabbing