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.

force myself into

Sinclair

my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After

Ella in danger somewhere,

any idea how I’ll be of any use to them when I get here. And I know that Roger feels

myself to watch the scenery pass

terrible decision to make, when we got in the car. Roger hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told

had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But

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 trap door – but damn it, why had I been so short sighted in my design? Why hadn’t I made some sort of accessible second entrance so that

I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here?

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

arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws it

cries reach my ears, I know that

as I watch – before I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes out after the Priestess, chasing after her,

when I see

Hank.

my knees as my body gives out on me – as my wounds protest and

put my hands down on the asphalt, willing myself to concentrate, to pull

as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel my wolf

air, pulling

Rafe secure in his arms – Hank