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.

him again. My wolf assures me, every bit as heartsore as I am - if not more so. The sight of Sinclair's battle scarred body is fresh in my memories, and the pain I feel for the

going to get us out of this." I add to Rafe,

vase, shoving at the bookcases and tilting and tugging each and every book. I scour the space with a fine-toothed comb, feeling along the plaster and trying not to get dissuaded when I come up empty handed. Still, it's difficult not to feel a

I come to the fireplace, poking and prodding at the mantle, applying pressure to the heavy grey stones and lifting the grate. Nothing happens. I run my fingers 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 to keep trying. I've been hopeful with the other objects

as if it is glued to the floor. My heart begins to race, and instead of lifting, I try to pull it from side to side. With a forceful tug, it finally deploys, shifting towards the floor with a pronounced click. There's a rumble and the scaping

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

settle on

Highness and Her Unholy Pain in the

I'm afraid you might be doomed to fail again. Losing may be what you're accustomed to, but if you just apply yourself and put in the work,

Sincerely,

Ella Sinclair

P.S. Go fuck yourself.

grab the tin, leaving the rest behind, and tuck it into my pocket. I quickly return to the fireplace and slip inside, every nerve in my body singing with

soon finding a similar lever as the one disguised as a poker. The stone closes behind me, and 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 me straight out of the palace and that I don't have to navigate a complicated maze of tunnels that might let me out in another room or worse... get me lost. If I want to get notice to Sinclair before he can stage a rescue, I have to be

you will by a 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 the ground is uneven or I