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

the movement of

up front, studying maps and

things. they find endlessly

it. Cora and I curl up

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

baby between us.

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

sister, reconnecting

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

broke through my window.

all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking about – she

honestly. “I think…well, Ella,

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

because the next challenge

to fight to make

to try to

my napping baby, trailing

we dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong?

our fated mates. We picked this…should we have

laughs, and I look up at her

smiling and shaking her head at

Cora, I was

mom, to live quietly

me in dismissal. “That was

always going to be

her head to the side, “but…you were

sense that you

opens a door for you to help

was

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

perhaps always the life I wanted,

sometimes that I wanted a

voice dropping lower. “I’m

isn’t my fated mate,”

ask, my eyes going wide. ” But

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

big. I don’t…know

that.”

feel a mating bond snap into place?”

know,” she says, turning back to

day when we had to stop at

motel.”

happened that day, and

eyes. But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

his mate,” Cora replies, giving a

I choose you as my

little jealous. I have no hesitations about

know that what’s

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

ask

says,

“Why not?”

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

I’ll go ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to

gasps,