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.

says, waving a

those kinds of needs.”

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

So, we’re going to the house?” Cora

” Well,” Sinclair considers seriously, we’re pretty damn sure that the Cult itself doesn’t have any particular problem with us – that they were merely serving Xander, probably because he supplied

that we’ve put a serious dent in the Cult’s resources and manpower, and Xander has fled,” he shrugs, “we don’t see any reason

eye on it, but I think it’s time to start our lives again.” “It has

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

aren’t without

because we didn’t know

time as any to regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is united under a

he says, grinning at

any objections?” “Are the people of this nation aware,” she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not

said sister-inlaw ateallof

“Unfair!” she says.

especially as

my temples and rub them gently as my mate and my sister fall

take argument on top of traveling

in here.” “Truce, then,”

say, likewise curious as I look

House,” he says with

for now.” I frown at him, intrigued, but he sends a little pulse down the bond which shushes me, letting me know he

and give him a little kiss on the shoulder before resting my head in the same

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

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

meaning to talk to you

says, giving a little shrug and leaning forward to engage

likely 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… well, as a kind of weapon.” “Really!?” she says again, more eager

thought of it like that -” “Cora!” I scold, sitting

your gift!” “Chill out, Ella,” she murmurs, leaning back in her seat and