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

movement of the

studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

them to it. Cora and I curl

our time chatting, watching movies, and napping

baby between us.

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

sister, reconnecting with her and with

from my life

broke through my window.

ask her in a quiet moment as the

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking

me honestly. “I think…well, Ella,

we’re going to have to snatch

them because the next challenge

to have to fight to make that peace in

always going to

sigh, looking down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger

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

picked this…should we have

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

smiling and shaking her head at

straight, ” Cora, I was a nanny –

to live

a hand at me

always going to be

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

think it kind of makes sense that you ended up being such

for you to help thousands when he is king,

that was

she’s saying. And

this was perhaps always the life I

sometimes that I wanted a simple

adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m

my fated mate,” she says,

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

“But… Ella,

big. I don’t…know how to explain it

that.”

bond snap into place?” I ask,

know,” she says, turning back to me. “But Roger

that day

motel.”

grin at her, knowing what happened that day,

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

giving a little

Not I choose you as my mate. Just…that I

a little jealous. I have

mate, and I know that what’s between

But still – it’s

you ask him about

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want him

-” I say simply, scooching forward on the

she gasps, grabbing my