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

not feel the movement of the RV as

maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

they find endlessly fascinating for some

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

chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at

talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and

missing from my life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

all really over?” I ask her in a

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking about –

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

lives. I think we’re going to have to snatch at moments of

the next challenge is

to fight to make that peace in our

is always going to try

looking down at my napping baby, trailing

” Did we choose wrong? I mean – neither of

fated mates. We picked this…should we have

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

her smiling and shaking

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

mom, to live quietly alone with my

at me in

Yes, you were always going to be a mom,” she

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

that you ended up being such a

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was always your

she’s saying. And

was perhaps always the

I wanted a

adds, her voice dropping

isn’t my fated

my eyes going wide.

she says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

really big. I don’t…know

that.”

bond snap into place?” I

she says, turning back to me.

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had to

motel.”

what happened that day, and

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

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

you as my mate.

little jealous. I have

mate, and I know that what’s between us is far

– it’s an experience I’ll never have.

you ask him about

says,

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want

ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the

gasps, grabbing