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

of the

up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

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

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

baby between us.

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

with my sister, reconnecting with her

that I’ve been missing from my life

broke through my window.

ask her in a quiet moment as the sun starts

sink to the horizon.

me what I’m talking about – she

me honestly. “I think…well, Ella, I think we

lives. I think we’re going to

have them because the next challenge is always coming. And

to have to fight to make that peace

is always going to try

napping baby, trailing a little finger down his

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

picked this…should we have chosen

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

her smiling and shaking her head

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

mom, to live quietly alone with

hand at me in dismissal. “That was just

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

the side, “but…you were never going to

sense that you ended up

He opens a door for you to help thousands

was always

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

right. That this was perhaps always the

I wanted a simple

she adds, her voice dropping lower.

isn’t my fated mate,” she

eyes going wide. ” But you’re a

frowning. “But… Ella,

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

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into place?”

turning back to me. “But Roger said it

– that day when we

motel.”

her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little and

lean forward eagerly, wanting to know.

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

Not I choose you as

a little jealous. I

chosen mate, and I know that what’s

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

you ask

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

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

scooching forward on the bed, ready to jump

she gasps, grabbing my