Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 377 – Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood a little blue bundle in his arms-

A cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side, reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see anything wrong-

I close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me more But I can’t reach it, because Roger shakes me again.

Rafe, I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder

Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name. And

from me. Like I’m frozen,

look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there, so close to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of

as I can go – but I

Rafe and my instincts kick in, making me snap towards whoever it

no harm. But he

of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to his uncle, every molecule within me

more glance towards those forms in the darkness has me decided, and I hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him, I know. And without a word I take

Sinclair

bright white light stings my eyes. Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

I

remember going

sit up, wary,

not even

Inside at all…

at the soft bed on which I sit, running my hands over the crisp

says, and I whip my head up to look at her the beautiful woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying to

beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

awe. But she doesn’t answer my question with the soft

me, taking my face in her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been

“Am I…am I dead?”

head. “No, baby,” she murmurs. “And I’d be worried about these questions,