Surrogate For Alpha Dom

The Long Road Home Ella “No more road trips,” I grumble under my breath, trying to rock my little baby in my arms and distract him from the rumbling of the road, “ever again.”” Don’t be so sore about it,” Cora says, moving one of her checkers forward a space.

“At least we got the information we were coming for.” “WellthatI will never begrudge,” I say, turning my head and smiling at her.” But next time?” She grins, anticipating what I’m going to say next.

“We’re taking a private jet.” Cora laughs, shaking her head at me and sitting back against the backrest of her seat in the kitchenette.” That would be a waste of resources, and it’s probably too short of a flight or something to mom’s temple,” she sighs.

“Well thenoneof our children,” I huff, leaning forward to study the board, “is going to have to learn to bend time and space, because I amnotsuffering through this agai-” But before I can even finish my sentence, Roger at the driver’s seat hits a huge bump and the game board goes flying in the air, pieces scattering despite their magnetic bond.

I groan and sit back against my own seat as Cora sighs and picks up the pieces, putting them back in the box.

We both know that particular distraction is over.

“Sorry!” Roger calls over his shoulder.

“Won’t happen again!” “He just knew I was beathing you,” I grumble as Sinclair comes and sits next to me.” Why did you let him drive, anyway? You’re better at it than he is.” “Oh, no he’s not,” Cora murmurs, defending her mate, but Sinclair and I ignore her.

“He insisted,” Sinclair tells me with a shrug, reaching for the baby.

“And youknowhow he gets when he feels like he’s not getting his turn with the toy.” I laugh a little, handing the baby over to my mate who smiles down at his grumpy son.

“I agree though,” Sinclair says, smiling at me now and reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Next time? All luxury.

We’ll get you all drunk at the airport so you don’t even remember the flight, and then we’ll spend the rest of our time luxuriating.” “This had better be a promise,” I murmur, leaning against him and closing my eyes.

“You got it, baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.

“Hey, so,” Cora says, and I open my eyes to see her leaning across the table, her attention focused mostly on Sinclair.

“Where are we going, anyway?” “Um, home?” he says, frowning at her.

“Yeah,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “but…like, bunker home? Horribly uncomfortable clinic home? Your home, the house of a thousand corpses?” Sinclair laughs a little.

he says, waving a hand and

with those kinds of

“Information above your pay grade,” he says, smiling and

we’re going to the

seriously, we’re pretty damn sure that the Cult itself doesn’t have any particular problem with us – that they were merely serving Xander,

Xander has fled,” he

start our lives again.” “It has to be more complicated than that,” I say, shaking my head and frowning

“No, he’s not,” Sinclair agrees, looking

aren’t without

because we didn’t know what we were

regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is united under a single King.” “And

so,” he says, grinning

the people of this nation aware,” she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not bother to consider whether his sister-in-law

sister-inlaw ateallof the chocolate chip

“Unfair!” she says.

I groan, especially as Rafe

my temples and rub them gently as my mate and my sister fall silent, grinning at each

argument on top of traveling in a

it is smelly in here.” “Truce, then,”

curious as I look up at my

says with a

at him, intrigued, but he sends a little pulse down the bond which shushes me, letting me know he wants to have a private conversation instead of one

kiss on the shoulder before resting my head in

at her hands again and opening and closing them as if she can

you put your mind to,” I say placatingly to my sister, grinning, imagining

been meaning to talk to you

says, giving

to become the King of a nation that’s going to have a lot of military concerns, I wonder if you’d be willing to consider experimenting with your gift and seeing how it could be used…

of it like that -” “Cora!” I scold,

You shouldnotbe thinking about hurting people with your gift!” “Chill out, Ella,” she murmurs, leaning back in her seat and frowning at