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

front, studying maps and

things. they find endlessly

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

chatting, watching movies, and

baby between us.

a wonderful day in the little

and talking with my sister, reconnecting

from my life since that terrible day

broke through my window.

all really over?” I ask her in a

sink to the horizon.

to ask me what I’m talking about – she

“I think…well, Ella, I think

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

because the next challenge is

going to have to fight to make that peace

always going to

looking down at my napping baby, trailing a

ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong?

mates. We picked

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

and shaking

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

live

at me in dismissal. “That

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

to the side, “but…you were never going

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

you to

was always your

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

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

sometimes that I

adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m

my fated mate,”

wide. ” But you’re a

Ella, this thing between

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

that.”

bond snap

back to

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had to stop

motel.”

her, knowing what happened that day,

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

giving a little shrug.

choose you as my

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

I know that what’s between us is

But still –

you ask him

she says,

“Why not?”

I don’t want him

I say simply, scooching

gasps, grabbing my