Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 134 - Ella Finds a Passage

Ella

I wipe the tears from my face and scan the room, Sinclair's voice ringing in my mind. I'm still upset with him for making me share my location, but I'm determined to escape before he can endanger himself coming after me. If there's a way out of this room, I'm going to find it. i

Let me help! My wolf requests eagerly, as exhilarated with adrenaline as I am.

You are helping. I roll my eyes. Whose instincts do you think I'm using here? Certainly not my useless human ones.

And it's true, The stronger my wolf has become, the stronger all of my senses have become. My ears are cocked for the sounds of anyone approaching the room, my eyes are hawkishly raking over every nook and cranny in the bedroom, searching for the tiniest details on the walls and floors. My nose is scenting the air, trying to determine if there are strange draughts of air beyond the interiors of the small space. More than anything, I’m tapping into the strange and mysterious gut feelings which have recently been becoming more and more pronounced, hoping this sixth sense will help point me in the right direction. These are all things I wouldn't have been able to do before - at least not in the same level of sharpness.

I pat my belly. "Mommy has a silly wolf, Rafe.”

The canine in question snorts in my head, Not as silly as his fathers.

You may have a point there. I remark fondly, thinking about Sinclair's possessive, overprotective inner animal who has a conniption if his scent fades from my skin or tries to bribe me with stolen children so I’ll let him avenge my honor. A deep pang rises in my chest the more I linger on my mate, love and long overwhelming me all at once.

if not more so. The sight of Sinclair's battle scarred body is fresh in my memories, and the pain I feel for the pain I love suffering thus is almost too much to bear. I'll never forgive myself if he's hurt worse than he already is because

to get us out of this." I add

a fine-toothed comb, feeling along the plaster and trying not to get dissuaded when I come up

along the underside of the square opening, praying that I find some sort of button or handle, but again I find nothing. Still, something is telling me

glued to the floor.

restraint not to jump up and down and cheer. My spirit soars, and I hurriedly flit around the room, pulling the curtains closed and unmaking the bed. I'm listening intently for the sound of anyone approaching, terrified that a guard might walk in while the passage is open, but also afraid of making more noise than I already have by closing it. I dash to the desk and frantically try to figure out what to write. The cipher Sinclair suggested isn't the problem - the question is what on earth

I settle on the

and Her Unholy Pain in

and put in the work, you'd be amazed at what you can achieve. And while I offer this humble advice for your diabolical

Sincerely,

Ella Sinclair

P.S. Go fuck yourself.

go-bag I took to the safehouse. I don't want it to weigh me down, but I can't afford to lose the herbs Adolpho gave me. I grab the tin, leaving the rest behind, and tuck it into my pocket. I quickly return to

suddenly I'm in utter, complete darkness. If my wolf was fully awake, I'd probably be able to see through the pitch black tunnel, but instead I can only make out dim shadows. Still, it's certainly better than nothing. Thanking the goddess for the first step of my escape, I pray that this passage leads

little exercise. My wolf reasons, but I'm not sure. I slow to a quick walk, telling myself that this is better anyway in case