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 RV as

studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

endlessly fascinating for some weird

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

chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly

baby between us.

in the little sun-soaked

laughing and talking with my sister, reconnecting with

from my life

broke through my window.

over?” I ask her in

sink to the horizon.

what I’m talking about –

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

I think we’re going to have

have them because the next challenge is always coming.

have to fight to make that

going to try to steal

down at my napping baby, trailing

” Did we choose wrong? I mean –

We picked this…should we have chosen

a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and

smiling and shaking her

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

live

at me in dismissal. “That was just the start

story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always going

the side, “but…you were never going

it kind of makes sense that you ended up being such

door for you to help thousands when he is king, and

that was always

I say, considering what she’s saying. And I

this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even

sometimes that I wanted a

dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not

isn’t my fated mate,” she says,

ask, my eyes going wide. ”

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

her head. “It feels really big. I don’t…know

that.”

a mating bond snap

turning back to me. “But Roger said

day when we had to

motel.”

grin at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little

But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to

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

choose you as

say, impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations

mate, and I know that what’s between

mate. But still – it’s an experience I’ll never

you ask him

she says,

“Why not?”

she sighs. “I…like the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that

say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to

gasps, grabbing my