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

might not feel the movement of the RV as

up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like

things. they find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy

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

spend our time chatting, watching

baby between us.

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

laughing and talking with my sister, reconnecting

that I’ve been missing from my life since that terrible

broke through my window.

you think it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m talking about – she already knows.

me honestly. “I

I think we’re going to have

them because the next challenge

going to have to fight to make

is always going to try

looking down at my napping baby, trailing

ask quietly. ” Did we choose wrong?

We picked this…should

don’t want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up at her in surprise

shaking her head at

I was a nanny – I was ready

mom, to live quietly

me in dismissal. “That was

always going

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

of makes sense that

opens a door for you to

was

saying. And I guess…well, I guess I

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

that I wanted a simple

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

my fated mate,”

going wide. ” But you’re a

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this

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

that.”

feel a mating bond snap into place?” I ask,

to me. “But Roger said it

in that rainstorm – that day when we had to stop at the

motel.”

what happened that day, and she blushes a

lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What

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

you as my mate. Just…that

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

mate, and I know that what’s

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

ask

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

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

go ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the

gasps, grabbing