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.

are gone now,” he says, waving a

a very… particular service which helps us with those kinds of needs.” “Ohweird,” I say, sitting

your pay grade,” he says, smiling and patting

So, we’re going to the house?”

that…safe?” ” 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 them

and manpower, and Xander has fled,” he shrugs, “we don’t see any reason not

start our lives again.”

going to rest -” “No, he’s not,” Sinclair

we aren’t without resources,

we

and focus on the interrupted task:

hope so,” he says, grinning at

she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not bother to consider whether his sister-in-law

aware, that said sister-inlaw ateallof the chocolate chip cookies Cora

“Unfair!” she says.

I groan, especially as Rafe starts to fuss more in Sinclair’s

rub them gently as my mate

on top of

in here.”

likewise curious as I look up

says

pulse down the bond which shushes me, letting me know he wants to have a private conversation instead of one with

and give him a little kiss on the shoulder

asks, looking down at her hands again and opening and

be able to shoot lightening bolts at people? Or not?” “You can do anything you put your mind to,” I say placatingly to my sister, grinning, imagining how very much she’d like to zap

meaning to talk to you about

wide with curiosity.” Sure,” he says, giving

King of a nation that’s going to have a lot of military concerns, I wonder if you’d be willing to

-” “Cora!” I scold, sitting up straight

doctor! You shouldnotbe thinking about hurting people with your gift!” “Chill out, Ella,”