Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 397 – 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.

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

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

sitting up and looking at him with curiosity. “What isthatjob

house?” Cora asks, interested. “Is 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 with a great deal of money and resources. But now that we’ve put a serious dent in the

“Xander isn’t going to rest -” “No, he’s not,” Sinclair agrees, looking at me seriously. “But we aren’t without resources, love.

on the run, it is a good a time as any to regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is

theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not bother to consider whether

“Are they likewise aware, that said sister-in- law ateallof

fall silent, grinning at each other. “I cannot take argument on top

Cora. I nod and give him a little kiss on the shoulder before resting my head in the same spot.

to,” I say placatingly to my sister, grinning, imagining how very much she’d like to zap everyone who got on her nerves. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about that,” Sinclair

Sure,” he says, giving a little shrug and leaning forward to engage her more completely. “Considering that I’m likely to become the King of a nation that’s going to have a lot of military concerns,