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

feel the movement of

up front, studying maps and discussing

things. they find endlessly fascinating for some

them to it. Cora

and spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly with

baby between us.

wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the back

sister, reconnecting

from my life since

broke through my window.

over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the sun starts

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking

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

going to have to snatch at moments

because the next challenge

fight to make that

to try to

napping baby,

we choose wrong? I mean

fated mates. We picked this…should we

life,” Cora laughs, and I look

and shaking

was a nanny – I was ready to be

single mom, to live

me

you were always going to be

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

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

to help

was

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

That this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if

I

adds, her voice dropping lower.

my fated mate,” she

eyes going wide. ” But

frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

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

that.”

you feel a mating bond snap

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

day when we had to stop at the

motel.”

that day, and she

eagerly,

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

definitive. Not I choose you

impressed, a little jealous.

know that what’s between us is far beyond anything

own fated mate. But still – it’s an experience

“did you ask him about

she says,

“Why not?”

idea. I don’t want him to tell me that

I say simply, scooching

gasps,