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

not feel the movement of the RV as much. The boys all

studying maps and

they find endlessly fascinating for

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

and spend 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

sister, reconnecting with her and with

been missing from my life since that terrible day

broke through my window.

I ask her in

sink to the horizon.

bother to ask me what I’m talking about – she already

“I think…well,

going to have to

we have them because the next challenge is always coming.

to fight to make that

to try to steal

my napping baby, trailing a little finger

Did we choose wrong?

picked this…should we

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

smiling and shaking her head at

was a nanny – I was ready to

mom, to live quietly alone

she says, waving a hand at me in

Yes, you were always going to be a

head to the side, “but…you were

kind of makes sense that you ended up being such a good

Dominic. He opens a door for you to help thousands when he

was always

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

the life I wanted, even if I

that I wanted

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

fated mate,”

wide. ” But you’re a human

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

feels really big. I don’t…know how

that.”

feel a mating bond snap into place?”

don’t know,” she says, turning back to me. “But Roger said it

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had to stop

motel.”

knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little

lean forward eagerly, wanting to know.

replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he said

I choose you as my mate. Just…that

a little jealous. I have no hesitations about

I know that what’s between us

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

“did you ask him

says,

“Why not?”

sighs. “I…like the idea. I don’t

I’ll go ask -” I say simply, scooching

she gasps,