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.

reaching for the baby. “And youknowhow he gets when he feels like he’s not getting his

baby over to my mate who smiles down at his grumpy son. “I agree though,” Sinclair says, smiling at me now and reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Next time? All luxury. We’ll get you all drunk at the airport so you don’t even 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

say, sitting up and looking at him with

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 Cult’s resources and manpower, and Xander has fled,” he

complicated than that,” I say, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Xander isn’t going to rest -” “No, he’s not,” Sinclair agrees, looking at

ensuring this country is united under a single King.” “And that’s you, right?” Cora asks, looking at him curiously. “Well, we hope so,”

says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips?

and leans forward. “Are they likewise aware, that said sister-in- law ateallof the chocolate

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,

before resting my head in the same spot. “So, what do you think,” Cora

much she’d like to zap everyone who got on her nerves. “I’ve actually been meaning

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, I wonder if you’d be willing to consider experimenting with your gift and seeing how