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 RV

and discussing ridiculous things

they find endlessly fascinating for some

to it. Cora and I curl up in the incredibly

our time chatting, watching movies, and napping

baby between us.

up being a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked

and talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and with

that I’ve been missing from my life since

broke through my window.

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

sink to the horizon.

bother to ask me what I’m

honestly. “I think…well,

I think we’re going to

them because the next challenge is always coming.

fight to

always going to

down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down

dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we choose

We picked this…should we have chosen simpler

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

her smiling and shaking her

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

single mom, to live quietly

she says, waving a hand at me in

Ella, always. Yes, you were always going

head to the side, “but…you were never going to

makes sense that you

door for you to help

that was always

what she’s saying.

the

I

she adds, her voice dropping

isn’t my fated mate,”

ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re a human

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

feels really big. I

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into place?”

back to me.

that rainstorm – that day when we had

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes

lean forward eagerly, wanting to

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

definitive. Not I choose you as my mate.

I say, impressed, a little jealous.

what’s between us is far

his own fated mate. But still – it’s

you ask

says,

“Why not?”

she sighs. “I…like the idea. I don’t

scooching forward on the

gasps, grabbing my