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.

baby. “And youknowhow he gets when he feels like

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 eyes to see her leaning across the table, her attention focused mostly on Sinclair. “Where are we going, anyway?” “Um, home?” he says, frowning at her. “Yeah,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “but…like, bunker home? Horribly uncomfortable clinic home? Your home, the house of a thousand corpses?” Sinclair laughs a little. “Those are gone now,” he says, waving a hand and smiling. “We have

looking at him with curiosity. “What

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 Cult’s resources and manpower, and Xander has fled,” he shrugs, “we don’t see

say, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Xander isn’t going to rest -”

is on the run, it is a good a time as any to regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is united under a single King.” “And that’s you, right?” Cora asks, looking at him curiously. “Well,

she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does

they likewise aware, that said sister-in- law

appalled. “Unfair!” she says. “This sister-in-law is pregnant!” “Enough!” I groan, especially as Rafe starts to fuss more in Sinclair’s arms. I raise my hands to my temples and rub them gently as my mate and my sister fall silent, grinning at each other. “I cannot take argument on top of traveling in a sardine can. Also, it is smelly in here.” “Truce, then,” Cora sighs. “So, house?” I say, likewise curious as

resting my head in the same spot. “So, what do you think,” Cora asks, looking down at her hands again and opening and closing them as if she can see

she’d like to zap everyone who got on

of a nation that’s going