Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 375 – Frozen

Ella

I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony – the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight.

A nurse stumbles into view, blood running down the length of her face, and she glances into the room where Hank is crumpled on the floor – where I’m frozen to the ground and gives a little sob before continuing to run away

Away from the priestess, who must be hurting people in her hurry to get out I stop screaming quiet suddenly when I see Hank twitch once again on the floor, see him begin to push to his feet-

“Hank!” I shout, desperate. “Please, Hank!”

He moans a little and turns to me, blinking hard, but then he gasps as he seems to put it all back together. Ella!” he shouts, frantic, turning to me, looking all around –

“No!” I gasp, looking hard towards the door, hoping to hell he takes my meaning. “Go! She she took him! She took Rafe! Go and get the baby!”

Hank nods once and forces himself to unsteady feet and then rushes to the door, pushing himself out of it. And then I lose sight of him and let out a little desperate wail of horror. Because there’s – there’s nothing I can do-

And the ice that surrounds me, it’s burning me in its cold – and I’m shivering so hard here beneath it but held so completely still that I can’t even feel myself shake-

Desperate, wailing, in complete panic, I press my eyes shut and try to think of something of anything that I can do

But there’s nothing. I’m held still – my son has been stolen 1 my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of us

There’s nothing nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I do the only thing I can think of.

my eyes, and force myself into that state, and scream inwardly

Sinclair

crawl out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all they won’t serve any good. Roger knows precisely how bad off I am now, and he’s

still, the idea of Ella in danger somewhere,

have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I know that Roger

force myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn after turn,

the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad – that

in our hearts, we both knew we had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to

shut only for a moment as we draw close to the clinic, sending a little prayer out for our dad. I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through the

feel the car slow down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are we just going to

the building dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming out behind her. I

sharpen as I realize that she has a baby in her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car

baby’s cries reach

second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after

when I see who

Hank.

gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain takes over, shattering through

the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to pull

as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up

the air, pulling Rafe soundly to

gets Rafe secure in his arms – Hank looks up, his eyes going wide as Roger’s