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 discussing ridiculous things like

find endlessly fascinating for some

to it. Cora and I curl

chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

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

sister, reconnecting with

that I’ve been missing from my life

broke through my window.

think it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m

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

I think we’re going to have to snatch at

the next challenge is always

to fight to make that peace

is always going to try to

baby, trailing a

we dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we

our fated mates. We picked this…should we have chosen

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

her smiling and shaking her head

sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was a

to live quietly alone

she says, waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was just the

were always going to be a

the side, “but…you were never going to

kind of makes sense that you ended

door for you to help thousands when he

was always

I say, considering what she’s saying.

this was perhaps always the

sometimes that I wanted a

her voice dropping

my fated

my eyes going wide.

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

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

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap into

know,” she says, turning back to

day when we had to stop

motel.”

what happened that day, and she

I lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What did

Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the

choose you as my mate. Just…that

I say, impressed, a little jealous. I

and I know that what’s between

mate. But still – it’s an experience

“did you ask him

says,

“Why not?”

don’t want him to

-” I say simply, scooching forward on the

she gasps, grabbing my