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

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

I shrug and leave them to it. Cora and I curl

and spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping

baby between us.

in the little sun-soaked room at the

sister, reconnecting with her and with

life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

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

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m talking about – she already

telling me honestly. “I

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

we have them because the next challenge is always

to have to fight to

always going to

at my napping baby, trailing

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

picked this…should we have chosen simpler

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

and shaking her

ask, sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was

to live quietly alone with

me

always going to be a mom,”

side, “but…you were

makes sense that you ended up being such a good

to help thousands when he is king, and

that was always your

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

always the life I

I wanted a

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

my fated mate,” she

I ask, my eyes going wide. ”

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

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

that.”

a mating bond snap

know,” she says, turning back to me.

out in that rainstorm – that day

motel.”

happened that day, and she blushes a

lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

was his mate,” Cora replies, giving a

I choose you as my mate. Just…that

jealous. I have no hesitations

I know that what’s

But still –

“did you ask him about

says,

“Why not?”

I don’t want

say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to

she gasps,