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

might not feel the movement of the

front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

endlessly fascinating

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

watching

baby between us.

in the little sun-soaked room at the back of

my sister, reconnecting

missing from my life

broke through my window.

ask her in a quiet moment as the sun starts

sink to the horizon.

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

me honestly. “I think…well,

think we’re going to have to snatch at moments of

next

to make that peace in

going to try to

my napping baby, trailing a little finger

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

mates. We picked this…should we have chosen

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

her smiling and shaking

Cora, I was a nanny – I was ready

live quietly alone

me in dismissal.

story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always

to the side, “but…you were never going

makes sense that you ended up being such a good

to

that was always your

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

was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I want

I wanted

she adds, her voice dropping lower.

my fated mate,” she

ask, my eyes going wide.

she says, frowning. “But… Ella, this

her head. “It feels really big. I don’t…know how to explain

that.”

mating bond snap into place?” I

turning back to me. “But Roger said it first,

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

motel.”

what happened that

But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to

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

choose you

I say, impressed, a little jealous. I have no

mate, and I know that what’s

But still – it’s an experience I’ll never

you ask

says, shrugging

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want him

simply, scooching forward on the bed,

she gasps, grabbing