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.

into that state, and scream inwardly for my

Sinclair

against the moans and groans that want to crawl out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of

of Ella

have any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I

force myself

we got in the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to our dad – that there was some kind of attack

get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But still, even beyond my bodily pain, the

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 trap door – but damn it, why

see that we’re approaching the

towards the front of the building, our plan presents itself for us. Because out of the front of the building dashes a robed figure, her long hair streaming out behind her. I go tense as I recognize her instantly as one of the Goddess’s priestesses

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

as the baby’s cries reach my ears,

figure

when I see who

Hank.

but falling instantly to my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest

down on the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to pull myself

to watch as a snarl rips from Roger, as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel

him from the air, pulling

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